• She swung back and forth, her gaze never leaving the beach.
    The ferries pushed their way effortlessly through the water’s blue
    depth, while the leaves were tossed around by a light breeze.
    The water gently lapped the shore, the endless motion of the tide
    wearing away at the sand. An eagle’s flight overhead scared the ducks
    and they flew up in a panic before the watchful gaze of the girl.

    Everything was calm with the departure of the birds and the girl
    leaned back into the hammock she was swinging on. Her eyes scanned the beach
    without really seeing it. Her mind far away just like the ducks.
    The girl's imagination taking her out across the wide blue
    expanse of the ocean. Her daydreams ran wild with little regard for the tide
    of time. Stories unfolded before her unseeing eyes as the trees rustled with the breeze.

    Leaves whipped and twirled, yanked by the breeze’s
    cheerful pull. The light dimmed, the air turned cold and the girl
    shivered. Night was coming fast and the tide
    had advanced significantly up the beach’s
    rocky surface. The water, dark blue
    in the disappearing light; the dark bobbing shape of ducks

    fading with the sunset. The sounds of the ducks
    contentment floated over the water on the cold breeze
    that suddenly blew in from the north, tugging at the blue
    coat that clung the girl.
    The seasons change as steady as the tide.

    Life goes on, but this place was her escape from the tide
    of duty and expectations. She was not as free as the ducks,
    able to simply spread wings and search for a new beach.
    She was chained to her existence by love and obligations. Once again the breeze
    rushed through the air, and standing quickly the girl
    took down the hammock rolling it up, her back to the darkening blue

    sky. All around her the shadows were lengthening giving everything a blue
    tint. The steady march of the tide
    continued, its waves moving ever closer to the place were the girl
    stood. Making their way up the shoreline, with only occasional sounds, the ducks
    watched the girl waiting for her to leave. Turning around her face to cool breeze
    the girl spotted them, and smiling left the beach.

    The beach was a place of serenity, its rhythm the beat of the tide.
    The girl could escape everything there her eyes on the blue
    waves, her hair blown by the breeze, lulled by the sound of the ducks.