Cerulean Cape spirit

Ocean barrels into soft grey rocks illuminated in pastel sunlight. Muted by cataracts formed by the clouds shifting slowly across bright blue sky. Glimpses of blue just visible between gaps in the coverage. Clouds brushed along by the breeze. There is something that always calls her back here. To any beach, any ocean. She always finds them.

Cold water laps at her paws. She withdraws at first, shocked by the cold, but slowly adjusts and continues to stand and let the waves flow forth. Sand shifts between her toes. There is a hint of a smile draped across her maw. She is finally at peace among the scent of brine that flows on the cold wind. Though she is not a solitary creature, she finds peace in the loneliness of standing at the edge of the earth, looking out across the sea. Her weary paws are finally at rest. She is relaxed.