The season of ships is here, The west wind and the swallows; Flowers in the fields… — Leonidas of Tarentum
The season of ships is here, The west wind and the swallows; Flowers in the fields appear, And the ocean of hills and hollows Has calmed its waves and is clear. Free that anchor and chain! Set your full canvas flying, O men in the harbor lane: It is I, Pirapus crying. Sail out on your trades again!


