The sea glistened on the pebbles, then washed them with foam, then left them, and washed them again, ad infinitum. It was soothing, watching, hearing the rhythmic sounds of the beach. The beach was one of her happy places, a place where she could go when she was feeling sad, overwhelmed, void of value and to somehow find a tiny bit of peace. There she sat, sometimes on her phone, sometimes just looking at the waves, or out at sea. Sometimes watching the birds. Occasionally enjoying a happy dog...
