text: Her eyes had the kind of wild you only dream about. The intense ferocious roar that you could see miles away. Her hair had the kind of fiery you only imagine. Like fire, the tendrils flowed around her shoulders and down her gently back. The only difference was the color- her curls had the lightest ombre of blue, and even from where I stood it was clear no dye could get the magnificent shades her hair held. Her skin, pale, almost translucent in the dying rays of sun struggling to break the clouds, glowed freely. The sweet tenderness of her pose, how elegant and free she was, meant something. She was a beautifully cold sight to witness. She was startling and sweet and innocent but there was something about her. The sand beneath her toes struggled to be seen, wrapping closer and closer to her ankle, a small wave etched into her skin. Light blue, almost too small to be seen- yet it could not escape my keen eye I suppose- and the white sea foam at the ends almost didnt show up on her skin. I sighed in true contentment as I watched her. The beautiful emerald and blue sky stretched far across the horizon. She started it out softly. Her voice barely rose above a decible. The roar of the tide drowned it out almost completely, but never fully. She giggled, before her calm voice rose gently above the crash of the sea fighting itself and in a flash it was still. I felt a calm I had not felt in such a while i forgot the feeling. Everything crashed back to reality as her voice sung so clearly and purely I did all I could not to fall deeper in love with the beautiful sounds and sights of the girl. The sea seemed to swirl and twist with her melody floating through the air. It drifted and floated towards the sea. The sea mist brushed around her like a cool blanket. She welcomed the embrace with open and outstretched arms, her grace moving freely beyond the human race. She turned to me with a smile pulling the corners of her lips up. I didnt know her, yet I felt safe. Maybe I did. She was familiar, a warm touch on my cold cheek. Her startling blue green eyes, ringed with grey, caught mine as she began to dissolve in the mist. I startled, though it was never a real surprise. "Its time for me to go home," filled my heart without a care, her words cocooning me in a sweet sense of love and comfort with a hint of reckless fire. Home. For she was the sea, and I was only there long enough to enjoy it dearly. And with a long crash as the curl of the wave arched its proud neck and carried the mist into the sea foam, she was gone but never to be forgotten. Day after day I would come to enjoy adventuring into the sea as her protection would always surround me, even in the deepest waters. Oh, I will never forget the girl. The girl in the waves. The girl of the sea. And the hum of her melody.