The waves were calm and gently throbbed as they touched her feet.
She stood silent and bold, facing towards the horizon.
Her gaze was fixed upon the rays of light that danced on the distant water.
It wasn’t a serene moment of taking in the joys around her, more a moment of complete abandonment as if her mind had completely left her.
The glares of light were causing irritation but she wouldn’t blink, she wanted the pain to linger and to feel the double vision that followed.
Yet it wasn’t her that wanted this.
Her inner voice screams for movement of any kind, anything to jolt the spirit.

Even a bystander would notice the atmosphere, this square where she stood stretched towards the end of the earth as path of unease.
For a moment - without her recognition - nature had given itself to her, and she had slipped into it.

The bottom of her black wool coat was now heavy from the water it had absorbed the corners of which gently touched her shins now and again.
“Are you alright miss?”
The voice barley penetrated her trance. There was a moment of waves crashing and distance cars moving that crept into her focus before he asked again,
“is everything alright?”
She turned to the man. He was middle aged and had a warmness to him like an old fireplace. Yet she looked through him. In her head she wanted to say some pleasantry to ease him but the voice inside screamed in silence against this dishonesty.
Her staring unsettled the man but he remained.
“no” she said softly “i don’t know what i am”
The cars, seagulls and waves became clearer yet quiet.
“my son is dead”
upon hearing these words leave her mouth the tears she had been searching for finally began to form and joy filled her for she could in fact cry.
The man was silent for a moment whilst her tears grew into rivers.
He pulled her into him and she embraced him crying into his shoulder.
“i miss him” came hesitantly from her mouth. Her tension began to unravel as she sobbed.
The cars drove by, the seagulls cried and the sun danced with the waves by their feet.