The waves lapped at the sand on the shoreline as the clouds gathered in the distance. The sun faded quietly into the sea, as if by magic and began to disappear from sight. The colors of the sky ranged in a vast rainbow of hues. They muted together and formed a smear across the previously reflected blue. Along the shoreline, a lone figure still walked across the sand. Her dress billowed out as the wind played catch and tease with the hemline, her cape streaming out behind her. Eyes constantly down she never glanced up to see if anyone was watching her. She did not care. She knew that there were eyes upon her, watching her nightly trek that consistently accomplished alone. Her feet were clad in soft shoes that matched her dress, but were unseen. Her hands always tucked away where they were invisible, she looked as if she were a ghostly figure. Were it not for the darkness of the cape sharp in contrast against her ruby red gown, one would instantly assume she was there for only in spirit. 1
The eyes upon her watched as she paused a moment and turned her face and hands to the ocean. Her back against the watcher she began her ritual evening chant. Calling the powers of the four corners of the earth, she asked for protection and invoked their blessings. She begged nightly for the one who had been taken from her to come back in whatever means the powers deemed necessary. Nightly they granted her wish if only for the few brief moments between the total dusk and darkness that were available to her. Her cry of joy heard over the crashing waves as that one she desired so badly walked out of the ocean into her arms once more.2
