Night In Santorini — A

But they leave before the best part arrives.

You step inside. The floor is cool marble. The bed faces a window that is the entire wall. Outside, a single ferry blinks on the horizon. a night in santorini

For the first time since dawn, you can hear the wind. But they leave before the best part arrives

Then, the explosion. Not of heat, but of color. The sky bleeds vermillion, then fuchsia, then a bruised purple. The white buildings turn pink, then peach, then ghostly blue. The sea below looks like liquid mercury. you can hear the wind. Then