Brie straddled her bright white surfboard, bobbing in the ocean, waiting for her wave.
The sky was baby blue, and cloudless. The sun was big and yellow, like in a little child’s drawing.
A soft ocean breeze blew through her golden hair, and soothed her flushed and golden brown skin.
A moment of peace, of touching an unseen and divine light, just in this quiet solitude.
Something that used to come so much easier, like wonderful surprises and tenderness in love.
Under that giant and blue sky, the brass furnace sun warming her, she could find herself by losing herself.
Her wave came in, the clear and crystal curl, and she rode through it, quiet and still in her awe.