The night sea was making its familiar lapping noise. Soft waves crashing, ashore. I sat still with my knees drawn to my chest, toes digging deep into the cold beach sand. Inhaling the scents, I was taken back to a moment in time. I remembered how soothing I once found this position, how the smell of the sea wove its way into my senses enticing me enough to make a playful dance. I danced. A woman in her prime. Just married. In love. I laughed. With all my teeth bared, had thrown my head back in delight. My screams of pleasure had rent the air. I was naive without fear. Except it had all been an illusion. There was nothing carefree about me. Romance had illuminated promises. Promises that were easier said than done. And when the going got tough. He hadn't stayed. Life had dealt me a blow. Needing to move, I set off treading footprints into the wet sand that were eradicated almost immediately by the waves. Just as my marriage...