She walked the shoreline and touched the tips of her fingers to the sparkling water. She skipped a couple of steps and smiled her radiant smile. She stopped and looked up at the sun, squinting her eyes to its illuminant rays. She spread her arms and embraced the soft breeze.
She sat down and let the tears come. Slowly, gently at first, then pouring freely as the seconds passed by.
Nothing is constant.
Even the faintest of promises are broken.
Even the longest of nights end.
Even the kindest of hearts harden.
Even the toughest of wills surrender.

Nothing is constant.
Even the waves.
Even the waves decline and leave the shoreline, retreating softly into oblivion.