White sand spits from the heel of her brown foot as she saunters over to the big blue waves. Tucked under her arm, a creamy white board with the letters S and R painted in red. The cool breeze kisses her smooth skin and runs its fingers through her sun bleached hair, dry and wavy. The sand becomes damper as it slowly sinks between her toes, the breeze becomes stronger. A chilling rush rises up her leg as she steps into the cold Summer's water, but she can barely feel it, not after all those years.
She wades further into the water until her feet can barely touch the surface below her; and hoists herself on top of the creamy white board, on her stomach, paddling herself closer to the big blue waves. She bobs up and down as the small waves pass underneath her. She looks to her left, she looks to her right, blonde haired, brown skinned surfers sit patiently on their boards, glancing behind their shoulders. Waiting for the big blue waves.
This piece was intended to convey a message about being patient and never doubting that the good things in life will eventually find you, no matter how bad things may seem at the moment.