Footprints on the sand
The setting: a beach, nothing more nor less. It has the usual elements - a sky as vastly curved as an upturned, diamond-bright bowl; a sea that stretches on into blue and white eternity; and sand, sand, always the soft yellowing sand.
A trail of footprints in that same sand, being slowly washed away by the eroding waves, is Briseis' wake. She walks with the unvarying pace of a woman who has much on her mind, her gaze lifted to the distant horizon - where sky and sand and sea meet at a far-off, gem-gripped point.
A trail of footprints in that same sand, being slowly washed away by the eroding waves, is Briseis' wake. She walks with the unvarying pace of a woman who has much on her mind, her gaze lifted to the distant horizon - where sky and sand and sea meet at a far-off, gem-gripped point.