Winter Grey Ocean Bay

Arachne stepped lightly upon the soft sand of the winter beach. The cold did nothing to deter her curiosity, even as the harsh breeze rolled in off the endless expanse of the ocean. And as she looked back over her shoulder from the way that she had come, she couldn’t help but allow her crystalline gaze to linger on the delicate paw prints in her wake- marveling at how the same held onto each imprint. But of course, she never slowed, and eventually, she would return her attention to the endless horizon where the sea met the sky.

The sound of waves crashing into the cliffs was a constant hum in the background, a lullaby that seemed both comforting and ominous. The cliffs loomed over her on either side of the inlet, providing a serene sense of isolation. The steep, grey stone juxtaposed against the white froth of each wave as natural force reached the point of collision.

Arachne followed the curve of the bay, tuned into the ebb and flow of the water. She made a mental note of anything unusual, from the shells scattered in peculiar patterns on the sand to the starfish clinging to some washed-up driftwood. Of course, it was a dreary winter day, but this was her attempt at making the best of it, and she was happy to have done so.

"Arachne Klein"