The freezing water almost burned my skin. I slipped, slid laughing and shivering in the water of Mykonos, Greece. I saw people, my cousins, my auntie, and my mom. I saw the beautiful warm sand like a goal to reach eventually but not yet. The water was cold, but it was just what I needed. I fell into the water, laying my burdens, sores, and all my weight. My laugh echoed from the water through to the rocks at the bottom and back up again. Its authentication gave me chills or maybe it was the chill of the water. The sound was beautiful in a way I could not describe but it felt like months of pressure and hardship had left in the exhalation of a wonderful laugh.  

I know there were people populating the beach sitting and swimming in the water as well but in my memory, we are the only ones there in the bright warm sun surrounded by clear water but if clear was a color and not just a way to understand. I was surrounded by true happiness which I missed feeling of.