She sat back and marveled. The ocean was crashing just there; the fine white sand was squishing up between her toes and there were about as many dogs as people running around down there, below. And there was sun. Everything twinkled and it reflected off the waves in irrepressible smiles and countless tracks across the sand. She smiled when she thought about the scene in front of her. Inside though, she felt still. There was no giddiness or glee but instead a column of quiet, of strength maybe but really just being. Life, with its many emotions, fused into something.
Something like contentmentIn by Fannie on January 17, 2011 at 4:49 pm