Walking slowly along the shoreline, the sand soft under her feet, she ponders the depths of the ocean, and what it must be like down there. She has always had a fascination with the water, the sheer power and force behind every wave, every current, every depth. Everything that matters up here, on the surface, the stresses, and pressures would fade away, and disappear under water, and all be left with is the peace and silence of the great depths.

She stops walking and looks over the vast expanse of the peaceful and rhythmically roaring waves. She just watches the ocean, and absorbs everything she can about the moment she was living in. The cool sand beneath her, conforming to the shape of her feet, the smell of the salt, and the crisp freshness of the air. The seagull making a dive inbetween the waves for a morsel of food. The cloudless blue sky, and the sun, warm on her cheek. The rhythmic crashing of the waves as they fold onto each other, and new ones rise.

Without thinking, she begins to walk towards the ocean, she is being drawn to it, and is feeling an almost magnetic pull towards it. Without fighting it, she resigns as she is drawn ever nearer to the waters edge. One slow, almost laborious, step after another she neared the edge of the surf.

The cold rushes over her feet, an almost shocking sense of cold, but as if in a trance, lulled by the call of the waves, she keeps walking.

The water passes over her ankles now, and is slowly crawling up her calf. Every wave going a bit higher on her leg. The cuffs of the white cotton capris now covered she is walking, always moving, slowly, as it climbs, as the water climbs up her body slowly. Her thighs littered in goose flesh and the pull of the waves grows ever stronger. Slowly swaying in the rhythmic beat of the waves, she keeps moving, ever slowly, towards the depths of the ocean.

The water level reaches her hips, and she surrenders herself to the movement of the ocean, moving effortlessly through the water, slowly, as it pulls her. The coolness of the sea encompasses her midsection as it crawls up her body, climbing laboriously, clawing at her with every wave as it washes around her. Her arms resting on the waters surface becoming a part of the sea.

Her feet hardly touching the ground now, as the water rises over her breasts. The call of the ocean is growing ever stronger, ever louder. She hears it now, as she is being draw into it, being pulled towards it. The cool water flows over her collar bone, and is creeping up her neck. Her long brown hair flowing in the water behind her as she moves forward, always moving forward, slowly, never stopping, as she's pulled towards the sea.

The waves wash over her face, the cool water stinging in her eyes, the salt bitter in her mouth, though none of this is being felt as she keeps on moving forward. She moves ever slowly as she is drawn towards the depths, not breathing, yet still moving, forward, slowly. She found the peace, the cool reality of the darkness below. Everything seemed to fade, slowly as she walks. Her worries seem to fade, her troubles seem to fade, her memories seem to fade, as she continues forward, ever slowly forward.