The coast was oddly calm. The sun was setting and various shades of orange and pink smeared across the darkening sky. High tide had been reached but the sounds of the crashing waves were faint as if they were the type of waves that lapped at the shore of a lake. The smell of salt and sea creatures was heavy in the air though. It was a constant reminder that the ocean did in fact still exist somewhere out there in the sand. The season of tourists never really left but there were more and more people at the beach every day. Splashing in the water and soaking up the warmth of the big sun. Night was fast approaching and only couples remained to watch the colors of day fade.
Marma ↑
From her stilted wooden home Marma watched the people walk up and down the shore. Her arms were crossed and she leaned casually in her door frame. Her home wasn’t the prettiest, but it was right on the beach and she loved it. Her home wasn’t run down or old either. The wood walls were sturdy and her roof had actually just been re-done. In the past Marma had found herself in a financially well-off situation and made her long-time dream come true. She had always feared and admired the ocean and so she had always wanted to live near it. It had been a rough few years as she worked with an assortment of people to make sure her dream came true. She shivered beneath her thin jacket and turned to go back inside. Unfortunately she got cold easily and once the sun went down the sand released its warmth almost instantly, so once the pretty colors of the sunset were gone she had no reason to stick around and freeze her fingers off. She’d have to wear warmer clothing in order to stick around and watch the stars.
A soft yawn escaped her mouth as she closed the door behind her. Marma took off her salt sticky jacket and sat with her legs crossed on her couch. Any minute now she was expecting her visitors to arrive.