Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Monday, September 1, 2014
Waving Not Drowning
Waves of heat alternate with a cool ocean breeze. Katie bobs on the surf, the crash of the waves somehow making her seem even further away.
She looks so very small and lonely, just her head visible above the breakers, a huge grey-green sea behind her, endless blue sky above. She lifts a pale arm from the water and waves to me, and I wave back from the shore to make sure she sees me.
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