Ioannina's invisible ones

The door to my new home is open for anyone who wants to enter. 

I often amble- at the lake side, through the cobbled streets, up the sunny mount- wondering who would enjoy this peace with me. The discovery of a new sunset spot, pitched on the hilltop, facing the vast lake, reserved for those who are curious. I sit alone but interchangeable, invisible people sit beside me- those whose conversation would be perfect for the occasion or whose presence would make this moment more special. Else, I sit with others, it is a group discovery, yet my mind again temporarily drifts elsewhere... what would that person think about this spot? It belongs not to this group who I sit here with but I frame it and treasure it in my mind with and for others more familiar. 

Multicoloured disco lights flash across people's faces. The darkness in between is just enough time to alter my surroundings, to pick up hints of familiar characters from home in the new people I meet. The boredom of the DJ promotes a quick check of the phone, it invites people from far away into this setting, reminds you of faces who would like it here. Beyonce's Diva plays and you let a chuckle slip from your lips for a moment before you remember that no one else here knows the joke. It's an especially inside joke here but when you're the only insider, perhaps you're more outside than you think. 

On reflection, my exploration of my new home becomes added to my mental bucket list. Of all the best coffee spots, eateries, views, shops... they're mine to do again, but next time with the invisible people who become visible.