Off in a faraway land, danger looming. She, left behind.
The current is strong and the waves keep pushing. Caught in the undertow but freed to thoughtless perils.
Let there be loneliness, she thought. And there it was.
The salt in the air fills her lungs with a heavy sigh. The warm, humid air is her sustenance...
The memory's not clear, but the reality isn't either. Only a feeling of certainty is there in her bones.
Sunny days and cool breezes: the tail-end of summer has come.