Heel, toe, heel, toe, she walked confidently down the sandy path that led to the beach. Her short hair was pulled back in a pony tale; a sign of a hard worker, or someone with little patience for vanity (probably both), and her sure feet seemed to dance along the trodden trail. Footprints kissed the soil, damp from the recent rain, and breathes of air tossed her bangs in her face, sticking to her sweaty neck and freckled cheeks. Alive. That was how the ocean made her feel. As if she could conquer the world, or jump from a skyscraper and expect wings to prevent her body from crashing into the black pavement below. She hurried faster as the call of gulls became a call to her heart, and the wind pulled her imagination on every adventure it suggested. Almost running over the slippery rocks, she stopped, one foot higher than the other as she stood with legs spread for balance on the moss strewn foreshore. Crabs crawled away from her eager feet as she calmed herself, and gazed out to the sea. Waiting, it seemed. For what, no one knew. Curious observers wondered why the lady gazed out to sea with unwavering intensity. Her cheeks were flushed with impatience, and excitement and the sleeves of her knit shirt were pushed up to her elbows as she waited. At length, her smile deepens, and she points; to something off shore; a small boat, with a hull of dull white paint, and a sail of shimmering blue material. A single form is highlighted as the sun sinks low on the horizon, and kisses the ocean. She points, squinting, as the sun rays reach her illuminated eyes, and she smiles. The boat turns, and slowly fades into obscurity, and she continues to watch, as the sun sinks, flaming, into the sea.
Not sure what inspired this story. It just kind of captured my mind, and pulled my fingers along with it. Nothing like a good bit 'o fiction that has absolutely no significance, but is spun of imagination and dreams.