Literature
Her Island
The sea stretched out, undisturbed, to the dark line of the horizon. On a clear day, and from the highest point on the island, the mainland could just be made out as a sliver, resting on the edge of the sky. The boat she had used nestled in the sand waiting for the tide to lick its sides again.
She closed her eyes, breathing in time with the sea, taking in the smell of the sun soaked air and the feel of the sand shift around her feet. A breeze played with her hair and cooled her skin. The sprawling sky arched over her, cocooning her in blue. Nothing could break the tranquillity she felt.
Nothing but the sound of a boat rasping on wet sand a