The waves came rolling in, a reflection of her mood. The beating heart of the ocean throbbed in time with hers. Was it all in her head? Interpretation of words muddled like seaweed in murky waters? The salt stained her lips as she pressed them tight. Some utterances better left unsaid.
Her face burned, a tongue lashing from the wind.
Nothing left but to ride the waves of emotion. Fantasy and reality blend.
The clouds parted. Clarity shone down on her face. The sea god, Dylan ail Don, provided answers. The breath of tomorrow, another day. The heart beats on.