A weathered 1969 vintage Volkswagen Beetle cabriolet, painted a rich deep blue, stands alone on a weathered Naxian cobblestone courtyard before the faded stone exterior of a centuries-old Orthodox church on Mykonos island, Greece, with patchy white oleander blooms sprouting in the foreground, set against the backdrop of a turquoise Aegean sea and an endless expanse of vast, craggy rocks under a piercing sapphire sky on a sweltering summer morning, the atmosphere heavy with salt and warmth, the air so light it seems to vibrate, time itself standing still, inviting the observer to pause and let the beauty of simplicity wash over them, a feeling of languid summers past and distant dreams, itself.