I saw her bare feet sink into the sand as she drew her bow across the strings. Her hands shifted here and there, drawing a soft symphony out of her instrument, met by the ocean's percussive waves. The wind turned her sundress into a white sea of its own rippling behind her.
I let the water's air fill my lungs and cleanse them through a deep inhale. Then a hold. Then a sigh. She brought another hum out of her violin, the wind caressing my face with its melody. Her hair trailed behind her, married with the flow of her dress.
A seagull called out from the sky beyond, carefully staying in tune and rhythm with the song of woman and sea. My body loosened, my joints releasing all tension within them.
It had been far too long since I felt like this. I'd forgotten about everything that had anything to do with letting go of control and giving it to Life.
No rush to beat the train. No strain over an incoming deadline.
All that was present was her orchestration between strings, water, and feathered creatures of the sky.