Sea Lion Shores creation

she followed wordlessly, unquestioning of where he lead her or what his motives might be.

she simply appreciated their walk for what it was - a moment of stillness in a world of bubbling chaos. here nothing was expected, nothing was asked. here she drowned in sea-song of lapping waves, in gentle kisses of sun-warmth.

it was only as the distant island formed in her vision did her pace slow. he looked to her then, and she to him.

was this where their journey end? did he wish her to follow still? she sought for his gaze, eyes of cool arctic seeking for signs of guidance. she did not wish for the calmness to end yet, for she was not prepared for the storm that followed.

like a child plucking at the petals of a flower, she tossed about her thoughts in the wind.

to be alone.
to not.
to be alone.

she took a step closer, breathless as she look to him.