Return Smile of the Gods, Bay of Saronikos, always great blessing of our ship’s route we could hear the roar of the high seas as easily as the calmness of your depth under the morning dew like a dove with its body’s nonchalance: Athens shivers and revels like a nymph that longs for the faraway sun. Because the sky shines, blonde mane of Pegasus, Fate of the Parthenon glass that Zeus keeps upside-down that the dream-light is poured a flood prodigal son, I return to you swaying like a flower in the breeze earth, sky and you, oh sea of Attica, to whom I owe all my Songs!
It must have been three o’clock at night. Joel awoke to the rumble of a vehicle pulling into the ranch yard. Peering out the kitchen window, Joel confirmed what he already knew from hearing the distinct sounds of the engine. It was Harry pulling in with the old half-ton. Harry parked behind the ramshackle caboose that served as his home, shut off the truck, and disappeared inside. Joel couldn’t sleep. When the clock on the wall finally showed five he rose from the chair that had become his bed and started his routine. It was six by the time he was down to the barn and he was surprised to see that Harry was already at work. After exchanging cordial “mornings,” the two men went about their routine of brushing and then saddling the three-year-olds. The engineer in him told Joel that it would be far more efficient if they saddled more than two horses at a time, but with only two saddles between them this was the best they could do. And besides, Joel was starting to enjoy the break between working horses that allowed him to think about what he had accomplished with the last horse, what he would do differently the next time out, and what he would do with the horse he was about to ride. As he became handier at saddling and unsaddling, Joel was finding that he had less time for this kind of thinking. As he learned more and more from watching the old cowboy he didn’t need nearly as much time to think about his game plans for the schooling that day. Without a doubt,
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Manolis Aligizakis 