Life Is A Beach

Mich likes nothing better than to sit at the beach, with the sand enveloping her feet and burying her burdens. Waves lapping against the shore, their fixated rhythm calms what is within.

Everybody used to like the beach. At least when they were kids. Sandcastles are nothing but fractured memories of what it used to be.

She would like to sit on a rock and be wholly consumed with nothing but the glowing horizon before her eyes.

She wants to, but, can she?