A Gentle Rebirth Under the Setting Sun

A Gentle Rebirth Under the Setting Sun The sea breeze had stopped, and the world was so quiet that only the gentle lapping of waves against her ankles could be heard. She stood alone in the warm water, finally allowing her heart, weary from a year's toil, to slow down. The enormous red sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, painting the sky and sea a mesmerizing orange-red. She raised a hand to lightly brush a strand of hair, a gesture not for anyone else, but simply to more clearly feel the present moment. The shimmering waves before her seemed to pave a path to the sun. As the sun disappeared into the water, she felt an unprecedented peace. The anxieties and weariness of the city seemed to have been washed away by this sea. She knew that when the sun rose again tomorrow, she would no longer be that weary traveler. She would return to shore, carrying the gentle strength given to her by this ocean, to face the still noisy world.