Home sweet homeIt felt like she had driven for miles on end, for days, but now she parked her rusty car in front of the ocean. All she could hear was the seagulls, not a person in sight except for herself. The sun was up but had just an hour or so ago begun its travels on the sky.
It was early spring so the sand was splotchy with areas of not yet melted snow but the ocean had already rid itself of the restraining ice, that forced it to calm down during the winter months. The sky was a mix between light blue and grey , the sun hid shyly behind the clouds.
Far away she could hear the waves clash against the shore. Not aggresively but like a love story of a couple separated by circumstances beyond their control, so every time they could touch they lingered for a moment to take it in so they can savour it until next time.
She felt like she had come home, finally. It had taken her years to come here, the place she touched with her bare children’s feet so many years ago. She cranked down the window a