Today the sea is calm. A few choppy waves break the surface from time to time. They are white, their froth sharp and brisk. They peak against the shimmering line of the horizon, then collapse.
She has lost track of how long she’s been standing here looking at the water. Her feet have been swallowed by the soft, wet sand and she can feel the cold grip of the beach around her ankles. She turns to leave, hesitates, and turns back to the sea. She waits a few more minutes, her body still, her breath ebbing and flowing with the susurrus of the waves lapping at the shore. She waits for it to show her.