Cerulean Cape Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley

She burrowed her nose into the warm sand, eyelids shuttering briefly in a rare moment of contentment. A faint sigh through her nose sent grains of sand flying, but she didn't notice. The beach was always the one place where the tension finally slid away from her shoulders. Any beach, anywhere. It hardly mattered that she had no idea where she was.

That was the whole point, anyway. Getting lost. Losing herself. Trying to lose that awful ache-y feeling, the one that haunted her steps, the one she'd tried to gnaw from her skin like a bad case of fleas before she'd realized it was pointless. She'd done nothing but give herself more scars.

The wolf who was really a storm buried her face further into the sand, wondering for a wild moment what she might find beneath it all. Not the answers she needed, she was sure. That would have been too easy.