Whitewater Gorge put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars

He caught sight of her, and she froze, eyeing him, until he spoke, bridging the silence between them. His eyes, in stark contrast to her own fiery orbs, were a cool blue. Not like the ocean; but reminiscent of her fractured winter memories. She was a quiet a beat, then dared a careful  "Hello" She fell silent, but it quickly occurred to her that she ought to say something else? But the words she ought to say did not come to mind, it had been a long time since she had actually met a stranger. Life on the island was stagnant, and her own elusiveness had not helped the matter. "I'm Anatha" she proceeded, eyeing him carefully to ensure that she had not made a mistake.