There is something different seeing the sea as the sun sets, The reflection of it on the water, momentarily seen before the waves came crashing violently on the shore. Looking up, the hues washes the horizon with colors she never thought she was able to bear witness again, such nostalgia was embedded in her.
Mayhap the different thing was the feeling or just the disbelief that she was back in that place, in her home.
But what she knows for certain is that she is happy she’s there.
She is beyond delighted that she is back to where she wants to be.
Wrapping herself with her shawl, the breeze blew in, making her hair get free from her pins and fly in a mess. She did not try to gather them all back since it would only get tangled eventually. She was silent as she listened to the noise of
