Anywhere you go
We are bound together
I begin where you end
Some things are forever
--Belinda Carlisle, Circle in the Sand
The stars hung above the churning surf. Motionless. Not like the sheets of foam that fanned across sand, then pulled back out to sea.
Her hair fluttered in the longshore breeze. Shells jabbed at the soles of her feet. Her eyes followed the strand curving in the distance.
A track of footprints traced the shoreline.
Her mind wove through all of the reasons she should follow them.
And all the reasons she should not.