“Upturned fishing barges line the beach. She walks towards one of them and leans against its hull. An inexplicable melancholy overcomes her, but the warmth of his touch pulls her back. Her smile meets his and they tumble unto the moonlit sand in each other’s embrace.”
She is well-acquainted with the fickle nature of happiness and love. She knows that the quest for either is a fool’s errand, but she longs for them anyway.