The Beach, Saturday Evening
The water was cold this time of year and Yeul knew better than to walk in it deliberately, though, as she walked along the edge of the waterline, carefully stepping around rocks, it did not bother her when, now and again, she misjudged where the water would reach and her boots got dampened.
There was nothing in particular Yeul was thinking about as she walked. It had just seemed like a nice night and she had wanted to be outside.
If she were another person, with another life, she might have said she had felt a little restless, but Yeul was only, could only, be herself, and simply acceded to the whim of her mood without acknowledging anything further about it.
The water was nice, tonight.
[Open, sure!]
There was nothing in particular Yeul was thinking about as she walked. It had just seemed like a nice night and she had wanted to be outside.
If she were another person, with another life, she might have said she had felt a little restless, but Yeul was only, could only, be herself, and simply acceded to the whim of her mood without acknowledging anything further about it.
The water was nice, tonight.
[Open, sure!]