The waves rumble in, almost hiding the heartbeat. From left to right they ripple, pebbles rattle in their retreat, and in their roll, I hear her voice.
She whispers to me, mother ocean. Rainbow woman, a goddess of joy, of potential.
From here, all waters connect.
A step into her sway would carry me across the world, to dances undanced, songs unsung, friends unmet.
A promise; highlighted in salt spray.
“How?” I whisper.
“Do the next thing,” she rumbles, “then the next.”
So I do.