The Seasonal State of Life

going home

the cool touch of the brackish bay water washes over her sand-freckled toes.
a crisp, salty breeze gently embraces her,
calling her, like a mother calls to her child.
she stares down into the murky depths as the waves roll in and out,
beckoning her to join them,
to come home.
she feels her body lurch forward, instinct creeping in,
taking over.
her jeans growing heavier as she trudges through the crests and troughs.
a smile explodes onto her face as her feet finally drift past the sand bar.
"finally," she breathes, "I'm going home."
she dives head first into the salty sea.
the only sign she was there are the indents left in the sand,
soon to be washed away.