I love “part deux”-the 2nd act builds on the first.
I had three visuals in the show, and I contributed an emotional bit of writing, as well:
In early morning Greek milky Ouzo light,
Stumbling back to her friends,
At a pension too rich for its price.
One shoe flew to the window
To announce her arrival,
A second followed.
She stood, looking down the road
As the white-washed walls turned
Pink and orange in the early light,
Still hazy in her head.
The azure Mediterranean waves
Reminded her of rhythm,
As she waited with no more shoes.
She was finally allowed
To find her bed as the sky
Went from magenta to that early-morning light silver blue.
Daryl-Ann Dartt Hurst
Dedicated to Johanna Strachochka, a friend and the sister of my best friend, who I traveled with, who passed away two years ago.