The boy walked on
Rarely did he turn to look on his steps from yesterday.
Little did he know that each step was bigger than the one before
Each step sunk a little deeper into the sand.
Each stride a little longer than the last.
He didn't know. He didn't think.
He felt the same.
He thought the same..
Stopping for a moment to stare into his reflection in the water.
He didn't recognize who he saw. The face wasn't own.
But it was clearly attached to his body.
Who was this stranger in the water.
There was one who would know the answer.
He looked for the girl.
Quickly he raced down the sandy path, through the woods, following the second pair of prints.
He saw her in the distance.
She wasn't a girl anymore.
A beautiful woman stood before him.
With a smile returning the looks of a thousand ages.
He knew who was in the water. It was him.
He would walk slower now. Taking more time with her. No more running and chasing the wind.
Hand in hand The man and woman.