Ever since she walked on the beach she’d been growing restless. Something wasn’t right – this was her sun, her meadow. Yet, she couldn’t help feeling cheated for she believed she belonged to the sea. The vast fluidity that streteched into the horizon mesmerized her long enough to waste her youth. Those twilight hours, breathing in the salty breeze had completed her, healed her even, and kindled in her forgotten memories… a faded tune.
‘My moon, my sea’ she mumbled. It felt so right just saying it… as right as her repressed memory of fins in place of her feet.