I walk along the edge of the ocean dipping my feet into the cold water. I run my hands through my hair and sigh. It has been three weeks since the accident. I should be getting better at holding this in.
I walk a few feet into the water and look out at the sun rising slowly in the distance turning the sky red, orange, and then finally pink. I walk further out until the water is just above my waist.
Would the accident gone better if I had been there for her? No, obviously not. It would have gone bad either way but I should have been there no matter what.
I stare out at the waves seeing how the move in such perfect grace. There is no mistakes and it goes where it wants. I wish that everything in life could be as simple as the waves.