She takes a deep breath
The smell of the ocean entering her nostrils
The cold air entering her lungs
The wind ruffles her hair.
She takes small steps towards the ocean
The sand is cool against her feet
The birds are chirping around her
Syncing with her thoughts
"Fly High she tells them
Her voice filled with joy
But full of sadness
She looks up at the sky
Everything happens for a reason she thinks
There is a reason why her grandfather is gone
There is a reason that she's here
There is a reason that the ocean waves are getting bigger.
The wind is pushing them.
The wind, like her emotions is strong.
And so she has enough and turns to leave.