Little wading pools.
Charming speckles of sand dance along the bottom of the shore and are welcome cushions to her feet as she bathes in the sun. The turquoise glimmer of the water kisses the clear blue sky and the rhythmical lapping of easy waves beats against a nearby rock.
Bliss.
Peace.
A breeze ribbons through her hair. A deep breath of it warms her nostrils and escapes as a hummed sigh.
Little waiting pools.
Suddenly, there is a dock. Hard, weathered wood pricks splinters into her soles. The breeze is gone now, ushered out with the sun by gusty clouds in navy coats. Her hair blindfolds her eyes.
Looking back, her little pool is gone. She can't walk ahead with her neck twisted so. The edge of the dock is stretched far, her toes pointing to an edge that her gaze can't meet.
The air chills as she walks.
Creaking wood is the melody now, her steps are slow but her heart is racing. There is no railing to cling to, solely the thin material of her dress as the wind whips it around her waist.
Pressing on.
The shore becomes distant as the sky ever darkens. White-capped waves line the path and her mind toys with fear...but the Spirit whispers, Faith.
A few more strides and she reaches the rim.
She bites her lip.
She holds her breath.
Charming speckles of sand dance along the bottom of the shore and are welcome cushions to her feet as she bathes in the sun. The turquoise glimmer of the water kisses the clear blue sky and the rhythmical lapping of easy waves beats against a nearby rock.
Bliss.
Peace.
A breeze ribbons through her hair. A deep breath of it warms her nostrils and escapes as a hummed sigh.
Little waiting pools.
Suddenly, there is a dock. Hard, weathered wood pricks splinters into her soles. The breeze is gone now, ushered out with the sun by gusty clouds in navy coats. Her hair blindfolds her eyes.
Looking back, her little pool is gone. She can't walk ahead with her neck twisted so. The edge of the dock is stretched far, her toes pointing to an edge that her gaze can't meet.
The air chills as she walks.
Creaking wood is the melody now, her steps are slow but her heart is racing. There is no railing to cling to, solely the thin material of her dress as the wind whips it around her waist.
Pressing on.
The shore becomes distant as the sky ever darkens. White-capped waves line the path and her mind toys with fear...but the Spirit whispers, Faith.
A few more strides and she reaches the rim.
She bites her lip.
She holds her breath.
.....
The water is cold and blankets her bones, yet the dock is done and she swims ahead. Where she is going, she can't yet tell. Destination is as uncertain as is distance to the ocean floor.
The water is cold and blankets her bones, yet the dock is done and she swims ahead. Where she is going, she can't yet tell. Destination is as uncertain as is distance to the ocean floor.
Pressing on.
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