Hushed Willows shimon

yes. she needed quiet. silence. and gratefully heda followed reverie. the sight of water that was not the ocean turned out to sunder her voice into nothing. there was no fragrance of brine here; she could not taste in the air.
amid the blowing branches of willow trees, her eyes turned to salt, and her shoulders shook. 
"it's been a while since i saw a lake." she said nonsensically, breath quivering; overwhelmed by being so far inland.