We are an island of fire, everywhere you look furling tendrils of blue smoke rise-up through the grey of the trees, we have Paxos smog! So acrid that sometimes we lock the doors and windows and wait for a forgiving wind to change the direction of the fug, everyone is cleaning, clearing and strimming, the buzz is a background hum like no other, but at 3-ish in the afternoons they down tools and go home for an early dinner and beer, the smoke subsides, a warm sun peeks through and we drink cold wine on the terrace, even now the shorter afternoons are stretching towards the spring.
Paxos Christmas 2022
