Ta Metéora Non-Pasted

Xánthos is the ancient greek word for yellow. Sitting at your favorite cafe/bar/dance club (depending on what time it is maybe) at the seats, you always go for - right up back against that 14th-century wall. You sit and chat and laugh and think, all while the sun is coming down over that incredible sea horizon, and just as you take notice again of the ancient dust falling ever so slightly around you. The sun streaks the low sky, bursting that yellow that is just so bright and so warm, and then, unlike this wall, you lean on, it’s gone in a split second.