The pictures of music..

He strode on his stallion... the wind trying hard to keep pace...

The horizon was jus beyond the hill... just beyond the tall blades of grass… the country side was flying past… and yet he could hear the birds chirping the songs of spring…

The sun shone through the trees... as if to mark his road back...

Each gallop each stride brought them closer... in the distance he could see the green carpet that marked the beginning of his homeland...

He had conquered his land’s enemy… just crossed the most torturous part of the journey... it was almost a miracle that he had survived...

But now his people awaited him… their leader... their protector... their hope...

He could hear a melody... a voice... it was the sound of victory and of miracles...

He was home...

Santorini.......