AN: Dated 3:22 AM, 14 August 2005 Sunday. Dedication to my grandmother with the hopes that she, like the Lord she faithfully serves, will rise again soon. It's too soon grandma.
Sunshine, On a Cloudy Day
A cold and biting wind tore through her shoulder length hair. Long bangs that reached her chest blew wayward in the fierce breeze, entangling themselves between her fingers that stubbornly tried to keep them at bay. But they were too wild and eventually she let them just go.
There was no one on the streets today; people usually opted to stay inside where it was warm instead of venture out when a storm was forecast, after all. But today, even though the clouds were darker than grey, the wind was fierce and merciless and it was an unforgivably cold January morning it was soothing. No one could bother her because they were all inside. It was just her and Mother Nature working things out.
Sometime later she found herself staring out at the violent crashing ocean. Her shoes and socks were in her hand as her feet were buried, ankle-deep in the sand, sea foam swishing around them. The black skirt she wore fluttered in the gusts of sea air and she could smell the salt scent that it carried. For some reason, she wasn?t afraid of the sea. It was threatening to crash against the shore violently and severely but she wasn?t afraid of it in the least. Maybe it was just provoked. Set on the edge. Misunderstood.
Maybe it was stupid to think that way, but that was how she felt. She wasn?t standing in the surf anymore, she was sitting, not caring that her favorite skirt was getting soaked or that there was sand building up on the front of her shirt. It would eventually come off. She needed this. A moment of peace amongst the turmoil. This to her.. it was as peaceful as it would get. This to her.. it was sunshine, sunshine on a cloudy day.
Sunshine
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