Peace

She could practically smell spring in the icy breeze whipping through her, as she stood on the bow of the boat. Normally she would be huddled inside but the air smelled fresh after the storm, and she couldn't resist her craving for the smell of salt water. The intoxicating allure of the ocean seemed to call to her. There was no doubt in her heart that she belonged at sea, or at the very least on a shoreline. 

Is it possible to smell spring in mid February? Possible or not it was undoubtedly in the air. Tears formed as the wind picked up and she welcomed them like dear friends. It had been so long since the poetry had swelled within her, since the air had tangled her hair and untangled her thoughts. 

Not even her exhaustion nor the rambunctious passengers, could stop her feeling of bliss and peace. Oh… peace… yes she remembered peace, and calm, how she had longed for them. Now she understood that she needed the warmth of the sun on her skin and the cool breeze in her hair.