She was staring at nothing in particular. Her hair, black as night was softly dancing in the wind. The smell of the gentle breeze captivated her thoughts. Somewhere along the shore she saw someone scurrying towards her. She drew out a sigh, lifting both hands to gather her mane to her nape. Twilight was lurking. The sky was giving way to darkness. Tiny wings were passing over her head. She could hear them buzzing and feel them shadowing what was left of the light of day. Over the waters she threw pebbles, watched with fascination the formation of ripples. She blinked hearing a loud splash. Someone has created a thudding sound beside her.
