Vast as the ocean, her loneliness strings a garland of dark dents into the sand. She thinks of Yaroslav and the hourglass he pressed into her hand before boarding the plane. To keep the seconds we’re apart visible, he said.
The ocean licks her feet, fills her footprints with glass-green water, and rushes to another loner on another beach.
I love that hourglass... xxx
Haunting Ronnie, love the beach and hourglass imagery.