My Memory Jar
Footprints on the Beach
The crashing waves send her into a frenzy. The smile resting above her chin seems permanent. She wades, slowly, deeper and deeper into the water. The wind rushes past her nape and sends her hair flowing, like silk hung to dry on a windy spring day. The sand scratches at her skin, but she doesn't mind. She begins swimming, and now that water is above her waist. Worries are just noises in the back ground.