The rising tide pushes her further up the shore
The salt water rushes to meet her feet
As she inches her way back against the dense forest
The fire from the logs emits smoke as the wind blows
She knows she would have to leave soon
As the earth begins its descend into complete darkness.
She shakes of the sand from the back of her ‘sarong’
And heads towards the unknown
With a glance over at the dark horizon
She steps towards the dark with a sigh
Realizing this might be the last time she sees the sea, the shore, and the place she calls home.