Cerulean Cape serenity

Forsaken memory of earth shaking beneath her paws still resurges every time she closes her eyes, a return of the convulsions and cracking of dirt beneath her all she fears and all she dreams of. The tide pulled her in, distracting her, scent of brine and sound of wind roaring through her ears a melody that carried her from darkness.

Calm. That was the sea -- even in its roaring and its crashing it was a near-perfect picture of home. The coast stretching, pale sand beckoning paws to run through it, to feel the warmth. But it was cold here -- snow littered the coast, fell from the heavens, drifting lazily, swarming all around her and sticking to peach-pale fur. 

She wandered along the lines the tide formed, watching as waves surged in and out, rolling, moving slow, sometimes reaching her paws and making her jump a little as she felt the cold on her toes. All was peace, quiet aside from the sound of the sea. She breathed the saltwater air and felt at peace.