She lay with her hands clasped beneath her head. Her eyes fluttered shut, flickering her eyelids with the fading whispers of sunlight, the dark, heavy clouds shading her face.
Feet in the water, floating, disconnected. She focused only on the sound of the rushing waterfall as the wind smoothed over her, flying her thoughts away, soothing away her questions. The ebb and flow, the ebb and flow... until her mind was still and her heart stopped beating.
It was twilight. The strangest part of the day - the drawing of the day to a close, yet the slow awakening of the long night. The sun seems to suspend while time ceases.
It reminded her of the road between childhood and adulthood, singleness and marriage, of leaving one's family and making your own... like the transition of twilight.
Peace descended as she opened her eyes.
[The cycle of growing up...]
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