Her fingers danced on the film between air and water.
The barier between the light of the sun and the cool depths of the bay.
A chill lifted from the surface, danced in the loose tendrils of her hair.
She turned her face to the sky.
Took a deep breath.
Held it in her breast.
A whisper hissing from her parted lips…
“Call to me.”
Her ears strained for a reply,
“…to me” the wind echoed.
A smile settled on her face.
“To me.” She replied.