She runs to the oceanlike she is meeting an old friend,troubles spilling from her like teaas she dashes to the waterline, digging bare toes into wet sand and laughing as gentle wavelets and pillows of seafoamlick at her ankles in welcome. She runs to the ocean, arms wide and lips parted in a jubilation so profound drops of joy streak from her eyes as she’s captured in the wild embraceof salt and sand, sea and sky. Grounded, yet euphoric,she waltzes with the waves—alive.…
