She stood on the sandy shore, digging her toes into the sand and gazing out over the glimmering water.
It was that point in the day where the sun hadn’t quite begun to set and the moon was peaking over her right shoulder.
The rays of sun trickled down onto the water and seemed to dance melodically along the surface for her.
The tide had begun to come in and the waves started to lick at her feet.
As she looked down, the corners of her mouth raised into an innocent and childlike smile.
She closed her eyes and was whisked away to a memory of a jovial time long ago.
It was a memory of a time when the world made sense to her, and a time when her heart was at peace.
She opened her eyes and started to walk into the water with a controlled eagerness.
She resisted the urge to run and jump head first into the crashing, white, foaming waves.
With each step, she went deeper into the sea and with each step the world behind her began to fade.
She held her hands out to the side and felt the glassy surface of the water along her hands and fingertips.
It was a sensation that was soothing and inviting to her.
She kept walking into the water until it had reached her chest.
She looked toward the vast openness and could see the sun begin to disappear behind the horizon.
She closed her eyes once more and with a deep breath, she gave herself to the ocean.
As soon as the water enveloped her, she could feel all her worries and sorrows drift away.
There were no more issues, no more judgments, no more disappointments, and no more fears.
A quite serenity took a hold of her like a child wrapped tightly in a warm blanket.
She waited right below the surface until the very last second that she could no longer hold her breath.
She broke the surface and took a heavy gasp of air and began to laugh as she wiped some water from her face.
She stayed there, wading in the water for what seemed to be hours.
She never grew tired and she never looked back toward the shore.
When the sun had completely set, she turned back toward the shore and began to swim inland.
With each stroke, she felt the water caress the lines of her body and she felt at one with it.
She could no longer tell where she ended and the water began, they were simply one.
Her feet felt the sandy bottom of the shore and she reluctantly made her way back to where she had stood earlier.
She stood there as the ocean breeze dried the beads of water on her bare skin.
As each drop disappeared, so did her feeling of content and tranquility.
As the last of the water dripped off of her and as the sun began to complete set, she felt a sadness come over her.
She knew the sadness would once again fade, but she knew she had to wait until she was once again one with the water.
Jameson Wilds 