Love, let's talk about love
A brightening of the sky far off on the horizon announced the passing of midnight and approach of dawn long before the stars began to fade. It was still dark enough, still night enough for the wind to be cool and brisk as it swept in from the sea. Tattered remnants of clouds raced over the sky, obscuring the moon until it was little more than a hazy disc hovering just on the edge of the water. Soon to disappear into a watery grave. Soon.
The rain that had passed earlier had soaked the sand of the beach. Music was made by water dripping off leaves and plants, and somewhere further inland flowering shrubs spread a fragrance of jasmine and hydrangea to mingle with the salty sea breeze. As she roamed along the shoreline and let the cold waves bite at her feet, Seren kept watching the descent of the moon. Fascinated with the deep crimson it had taken on once the storm broke, like some omen of things to come. Beautiful, terrible.
It was cold. She was tired. Yet she kept returning to the sea, to the beaches of her homeland, driven by some nameless impulse she could not place. The lights of Haulani glimmered far off in the distance, promising warm beds and the company of friends if only she sought them out.
But her eyes were fixed on the moon, and she hardly noticed when the tide began to turn and soaked the hem of her plain white dress up to the knees.
The rain that had passed earlier had soaked the sand of the beach. Music was made by water dripping off leaves and plants, and somewhere further inland flowering shrubs spread a fragrance of jasmine and hydrangea to mingle with the salty sea breeze. As she roamed along the shoreline and let the cold waves bite at her feet, Seren kept watching the descent of the moon. Fascinated with the deep crimson it had taken on once the storm broke, like some omen of things to come. Beautiful, terrible.
It was cold. She was tired. Yet she kept returning to the sea, to the beaches of her homeland, driven by some nameless impulse she could not place. The lights of Haulani glimmered far off in the distance, promising warm beds and the company of friends if only she sought them out.
But her eyes were fixed on the moon, and she hardly noticed when the tide began to turn and soaked the hem of her plain white dress up to the knees.
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
SEREN
