Feet crunch through sand
Hair flying, camera in hand.
Like the first snow.
A stone thrown, into a vast ocean.
A love, lost.
Silent and mysterious as a cloud.
A beautiful lake.
The golden hour.
For a moment everything is perfect.
Cold, harsh reality sets in.
With every moment, every breath of air.
Seeking the sunset.
Hoping for the warmth to come back.
But it has escaped.