On days when the weather is beautiful like this: cloudy and comfortably cold, she wishes she didn't have to be here. She wants to run barefoot , grip the beach with her toes so she doesn't fly away, leave footprints that will only last a second. Wind in her hair, salt on her lips, sand on her skin- she feels one with the sea, with all her crashing waves and heady foam. She is the sea.
Unphased by her unruly appearance, she is uninhibited and open. The acne scars fade away and the undimpled cheeks glow- the smile that isn't worth a million dollars makes the waves break.
It is beautiful in the way naked joy is. Unfiltered. Unchecked. A beauty that is so rare it slips through your fingers like sand. That if you held too tight in your fists would leave imprints on your skin- red, naked and raw.