it's neither sink nor swim - at least the water's beneath your chin -
It hadn't been that long - just about six months - since Eden had last lived near the beach. Alright, so she hadn't been that far from the Atlantic when she'd lived in Brooklyn, but that stretch of cold, open ocean was different from the warm sand of the Pacific at the edge of Los Angeles. She'd gone up to Santa Monica now and again to visit the Boardwalk there; she'd always imagined it might've been more fun if she hadn't been going alone. But even without company, the neon dream of flashing lights, the frenzy of the crowd, the ceaseless motion of rollercoasters and carousels and the ferris wheel, the noise without end had called to her. She liked her solitude, but there were few places she could be as alone as in the middle of the world.
This was a far cry from Los Angeles and Santa Monica, though it was closer to them than to Brooklyn. The humidity made her feel like the air itself was clinging to her bare arms and, far cry or not, she couldn't keep her thoughts from flickering back to those days before everything had changed again. But today she was trying just to focus on the good memories when she let her mind turn to her memories at all.
Her shoes hung from her hand, hooked on her fingers, arm swinging as she walked, barefoot, down one of the quieter parts of the beach. The hot sand had stung her feet at first, but she'd ignored it and kept going 'til she didn't notice any longer. There were worse places to end up.
[Open to any and all - afternoon on the beach. Late tags and ST are, as ever, my friends. Eden needs to know more people, Heroes pups and otherwise. ♥]