The sea and she

She walked softly on the sand until she reached the end of the shore. She watched mesmerized as the phosphorous crowned waves splashed on the shore in quick successions. The stars simmered at her as she looked up. She stood there for a while calming her thoughts, her eyes closed and then with a firm nod she strode forward swiftly, only to be slowed down by the wet sand. She pushed her feet through the heavy sand bending her knees as she entered the water so that it reached her upper body. As she went further in, she slowly straightened up till it was deep enough for her to be standing tiptoe. Then suddenly she could no longer feel the bottom. She allowed herself to sink but the swimmer in her instinctively made her bob up and down comfortably. She steeled her mind and plunged forward deeper, to let the waves have her.

Angry waves caught her, pulling her up with in one swift motion and thrashing her down again. While time stood still, she was, twirled and tossed, till the waves had their fill. Weary waves dropped her off on the shore on the cold clammy sand.

She lay face down numbed by cold and pain. It was a while before she lifted her head …a long stretch of darkness lay in front of her with lights blinking in the distance. She did not have the strength to lift herself so she lay down with her cheek on the cold sand…she picked up a fistful of wet sand and began to laugh…her body paining as it shook with laughter…