A gentle sea breeze wisped through my hair, and the cold soft sand sank beneath my toes. As the tide rolled swiftly away I stamped in my mind the softened melody of crashing waves.
Looking out toward the faded horizon, I paused and reached into my pocket. In my little white hand I cradled two smooth pink shells, ran them between my fingers, and dipped them into my pocket again.
Quietly I slipped down to the sand and sat, wrapping my arms around my knees and resting my head.
I was whole. I was calm. I was home.
Copyright ©2005 Sarah Jean Cuddy
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