She lifted her face to the sun and felt the vibrant scents of waves and freedom fill her lungs. The whole of her relaxed as if on cue. Pre-programmed. Indelibly tuned in to the whoosh of ocean breath that she could not yet see but every cell within her remembered.
Her heart swelled and her chest rose, liberated.
The moment coursed through her in liquid satisfaction.
Surf. Ebb. Swish. Flow. Hiss. Sand-licking waves.
Another inhalation of the salty tang and behind her she could hear the sounds of other people readying to take the path from car-park to sand. A child protested. A man’s voice soothed. A door slammed. A moment later a discordant melody of feet clip-clopped onto the faded wooden slats, drumming a crescendo of expectation through her bare feet.
A needed reprieve.
At home at last by the ocean where her soul had always lived.
For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
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