The evening sun's rays danced across the water that stretches out into the horizon in colours of orange and pink. Soft sounds of watching lapping the edge of the land as the hushed sounds of people wafted through the air from the small town the boarded the coastline. Night was approaching. But so was the low rumble of a vehicle.
Drawing up to the lone bus stop that stood tall at the front of the small town of which was winding down for the evening, the squeak of the breaks announced to the female that she was finally at her stop.
With one bag strapped to her back and another holdall slung over her right shoulder she descended the small flight of stairs to the concrete below. With a thank you and a slight nod of the head to the driver she turned towards the sleepy town and with a final sigh, she started on her way to the opposite end of the small town. To where the surrounding forests, sea and land meet, for a quaint little cottage stood, with rundown but nonetheless welcoming arms for her to finally fall down into.
For even if for a short while she hoped that finally, she could sleep peacefully that night. In a new country. In a new town. In a new bed. And hopefully a new life.
