It was a bright and clear day. One like most the rest of summer, different but only to her. Plopping down she digs her feet into the sand past the heat of the first few layers. Her own hands seem foreign as they hold tight around her. But nothing can cover the isolation. Pulling her head high, she closes her eyes pulls in the breeze as it washes over her. Alone but strong, she takes another deep breath. With each deep breath a calm fills her, not stopping what is to come but she can breath. Angst no longer stifles her lungs. She pushes herself to stand and slowly makes the walk down the beach. One lone set of footsteps are in her wake, as she slowly makes her way back down the beach. One hand roams free from paced swing, gently landing on the seemingly unwanted guest. Looking down, smirking to herself. Her footsteps won't be alone for long.
