The waves pull back to the sea, a rush and breath of salt in the cool morning air. Dawn breaks with the grace of silk, smooth and cool. Sam stands in the ocean, arms by her side, her jeans rolled up just below the knee. Sand and salt stuck to the folded denim. Her eyes, deep brown, glow like two bowls of honey in the setting sun. She stares out into the pulled back waves with such a sense of sedated loss, a look she hadn't cast since he had left her the first time. But this time, with the sea caking her legs, it's easier to let go.