101 Stories Day 36: Stopping in Sounion (Σουνιο)

I remember the temple beside the sea like teeth worn down by wind and rain, the sea far off and in close as the sea is always, near and far coming together in the salt-white crush of the moment. Then back on the bus, back to Athens, back to the bus stop with its orange pillars and across the busy street of cars and garbage a statue of Prometheus, haloed by all the letters of the alphabet: his gift.