The Sea.
*
They remained there until morning, speaking or in silence, taking in the enormity of life, and thinking things they'd never thought before.
While the silent stars watched.
PART III
The Island of Ruins
Though nothing can bring back that hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flowers; We will not grieve, rather find Strength in what remains behind….
—-William Wordsworth
Chapter 32
Sylviana strolled easily along the beach, the cub running playfully up ahead of her. As she walked the cool ocean breeze wrapped her face and body in its blanket of moist freshness. The water-pocked sand beneath her felt cold and invigorating. Tiny trills of foam nipped at her feet as if demanding her attention, before returning in hissing protest to the sea.