Stavanger Bay look in your glass, and there appears a face

giggle breaks out over the waves, the girl stepping lightly through the shallows. oh, relief—it is sharp and complimented next by hope. the sea is familiar, in both its danger and beauty. it has dragged her away, but now, she thinks, it could lead her home. home is the stuff of desperate longing turned fevered dreams, but now it is attainable, perhaps, and the girl smiles unabashedly for the first time in a long while. 

there's uncertainty, too - she does not know what direction to turn. north; or south? the prospect of picking wrong after coming all this way is daunting, unthinkable. and so she waits, turning the idea over in her head, trying to choose the way that feels right. she will make it. she has to. she has already come to far, and she will go however much further she needs to to return back home.