I drink in the magnificent nurturing beauty before me.
Today the sea is so lovely and sweet and smooth.
No longer thrashing wildly. No longer hurling herself with abandon across the face of the cliff as she has been for... how many days and weeks now?
I can’t keep track.
One stormy moment thundered into the next until it didn’t seem to matter whether a day, an hour, or moment was counted.
Soft waves draw back and forth massaging wet sand. I feel as though I could reach out and touch the edge of the shimmer, pull it across me and let the gentle sheets rest on my shoulders.
I would huddle down beneath her and sleep like a mermaid.
