Tides

She was playing with her hair, twirling strands with her fingertips. As he walked up to greet her, she looked over, and smiled at him. To which, he couldn't help, but just smile back.

They sat next to each other that evening, it was later than usual. The sun was just setting, the tides were calm, gently landing in serenity besides their feet. It was an intimate setting, that had just as much in contrast, a butterfly of effect. An experience in a single moment of time that may never recur in the exact premise.

"...Maybe that's the best part, not knowing."

"But I neeed to knoow"

He laughed, "where’s the fun in that?"

He took off his jacket and covered her against the chilly breeze, politeness in gesture of reassurance.

"How can you not know?" Summer said holding it closer for warmth.

"It gives me something to look forward to…”

"Even if it wasn't true, there was atleast a possibility of it being true. It’s beautiful, when all the possibilities lie before you… a wonder of all the possible paths that could unveil.”

He was gone. Even still echoing memories of him played in her thoughts. When she was at a particular scene, when she had a particular feeling, when there was a particular scent, bridges to something reminiscent… she was walking, stopping, standing, interrupted by a memory. A feeling of saudade.