She stands upon the rocky shore and looks out upon the sea, wondering, what is her place in life? Where are these storms taking her? Are they pushing her into the arms of her beloved or are they dragging him farther and farther away from her? Will she ever find peace and solace or is she doomed to ride this eternal wave of loneliness and woe? Should she give up on this man and his infernal quest to prove his ineptitude? Should she take what shreds of self respect she has left and walk away forging a new life for herself? What if this is her one last chance to find a love like her grandparents knew? Turning away from the storm that is beginning to rage with howling winds and the promise of a cleansing rain she walks quietly back towards the house with her head down. When the rain finally starts falling she looks up, tears in her eyes, determination steeling her backbone as she stands with her arms wide howling along with the wind. She is stronger than this. She will rise above. Having released her frustration vocally she continues her walk to the house wondering if the neighbors will think she is even more odd now than they did before. Reaching the porch she decides a nice hot bath followed by a hot cup of tea and a book by the fire might help to soothe her frayed mind and frazzled emotions.
