Gilded Bay Blow with the wind

There is a certain beauty to the dangerous, rolling ocean waves that only the most excelled swimmers would could dare to witness. There was just something about being suspended weightless in the water, how it blocked the sounds from above the waves.  She struck out from the bay as soon as she saw the thunderhead and swam out towards darker shores.

She stayed beneath the waves until the bulk of the storm had cleared and emerged an hour later soaked upon the frigid sands.

She saw him as she trailed on the way home and paused to address him until she saw him eat; with regards to how food aggressive some men could be, she gave him a wide berth as she passed him by.