She went to the ocean because that was where she had always belonged. It had been a long year and she could feel the exhaustion sinking into her sinews and capillaries. The sea sirens wafted salty November air in her direction, wrapping her body in an intriguing chill. She perched on a rock and removed her boots. Dipping her toes into the frigid water, she shivered with the delight of Fall. The years of Highschool had been tough on her with her nagging and over-reacting mother, bothersome friendships, and all of the waiting. Oh! The waiting. So she had mapped out a plan. Do well, keep to yourself, and look forward. Well, the mark had finally reached the final twist in the path, and the knotted vines of her woody wonderland released her to the world, reborn, anew. The waves rolled upon the beach, scented with her past, her present, and the promise of her future. She was ready.
