Post by Skyler Harbinger on Jul 23, 2012 18:24:49 GMT -5
Swimming wasn't a usual activity for her, but every few months she got the urge. She didn't even know why she got that particular urge; she'd never been extremely fond of swimming. Most of the time she assumed it was just the urge to go out and do something different from the norm, but when she was actually on the beach, looking out at the water, she figured it was also the peace and quiet. Whenever she'd venture out there were never many people, if anyone at all, which she could understand. Too many sharp rocks to jump over to actually get to the water.
Still, as far as urges went, it could be worse. Clothing and towel lay on the beach, abandoned, while she inched closer to the water. She didn't know why she still insisted on sticking her toe in first, since the water never was extremely cold, but she did anyway. Even so, the difference in temperature between the air, water and herself caused her to fold her arms over her chest to conserve heat, since swim suits didn't help that much.
Once she'd adjusted to the water she swam out, enjoying the water and the sun and the quiet. She didn't swim far from her belongings, preferring to stay in the same general place so she didn’t get lost or have to search. She didn’t do much, either, just float and relax and think. She forced herself back to shore a little more than an hour later, content with her bimonthly swim.
Until she got to shore. She pulled herself out of the water, headed to where she dropped her stuff. Except… none of it was there. The imprints from their time in the sand were and that was the only thing keeping her from thinking she was going crazy. After a moment of staring and blinking, she finally ran a hand through her wet hair and sighed. “Well, this is wonderful.”
Still, as far as urges went, it could be worse. Clothing and towel lay on the beach, abandoned, while she inched closer to the water. She didn't know why she still insisted on sticking her toe in first, since the water never was extremely cold, but she did anyway. Even so, the difference in temperature between the air, water and herself caused her to fold her arms over her chest to conserve heat, since swim suits didn't help that much.
Once she'd adjusted to the water she swam out, enjoying the water and the sun and the quiet. She didn't swim far from her belongings, preferring to stay in the same general place so she didn’t get lost or have to search. She didn’t do much, either, just float and relax and think. She forced herself back to shore a little more than an hour later, content with her bimonthly swim.
Until she got to shore. She pulled herself out of the water, headed to where she dropped her stuff. Except… none of it was there. The imprints from their time in the sand were and that was the only thing keeping her from thinking she was going crazy. After a moment of staring and blinking, she finally ran a hand through her wet hair and sighed. “Well, this is wonderful.”