#148

softly, consistently, small waves, (those of the proverbial butterflies) pushed the ocean forward, up to the beach, slowly swirling sand and convincing rocks to slide apart and become more beach, algae laden faux coral. overhead, stars tossed light on each gentle crest, daring to prove they were suns in their own right; suns of the night, if only we would come closer and see.

she reached her arms to the sky, pausing at each faraway light, imagining the warmth of daylight on her skin, feeling the dark cold of the ocean on the backs of her knees, between each finger, all the softest and strangest parts of her body. the day was too harsh, she was too insistent, everything felt jaded and abrasive and ashen. tonight, alone with the infinity of night, alone with the persistent breaking of stones into grains... tonight she glowed.