He sat on the sand. Sifting the granules through my toes. I breathe in letting the salt-diluted air come in and out of my lungs. He yearns for the chance to love again. Sorrow fills me as I think of what used to be. His mind swirls with memories from the past. My mind seems to be on the beach again. I am running down the cool runny sand and feeling the flaming arc dance up my calves. He runs towards the water. The beautiful and majestic water. His toes strike the frigid and murky limit of the waters grasp. He ventures on being sucked by curiosity and conviction. I run through the frigid swells that are now almost up to my waist. I run right into the unforgiving maw of the waves. He sees the first wave, and seems to levitate over it with ease. I ran through the next set of waves, but I couldn’t make it this time. I fall and get tossed and turned like in a washing machine. I gasp for breath, not conceiving the gravity of my fate. His head breaks the surface as he gasps, and his feet seem to fly across the water. I am headed for the shore faster than I have ever run before. His mind snaps back to the present, not wanting to reincarnate the memory again. The experience is flooding back to me like never before. My nails are digging into the sand. With an overcoming feeling, he ran down the shore and threw himself into the water. All I could feel was happiness.