She hears the waves roaring, the wind whistling through the palms.​

She is beyond the edges of humanity now-she cannot be seen, cannot be heard.​

She sees the pearly white bridge ahead and hears the seagulls crying to her, welcoming her.​

And now she is across the bridge, sinking into the hot sand, breathing in the salty air.​

How strongly her heart beat as she lay down-she was bound to this place, could not leave!​

And she could feel the grains of sand sliding between her toes, getting stuck in the crevices-​

And now she is diving into the white-crested waves, feeling the cold water rushing over her head​

She comes up, gasping for air, and feels the sun beaming upon her face.​

Oh, how she wishes she could stay, could feel the sun upon her face forever!​

But now she is leaving, her towel wrapped around her waist.​

She sees the bridge ahead, hears the seagulls crying goodbye. ​

And now she is across the bridge, and she looks back-​

There is the untended bridge, slowly decaying into the bubbling stream-​

And across the stream, the end of the bridge stretches into the endless pines.​