He idly ran his fingers through the sand. The grey early morning light reflected the color of his eyes as he stared down the beach at the distant city. She was there. He could feel her. For these last long fifteen years she had been lost to him. In his mind, he tried to picture her. She would be older now, a young woman. He wondered if she looked like her mother; chestnut hair, hazel eyes, and a sweet smile to melt even the hardest of hearts. A breeze brushed his hair across his forehead, startling him from the memory. He stood and stretched his arms above his head. Procrastination would serve no purpose. Taking a deep breath and letting it out as a sigh, he started off down the beach. He was going to meet his daughter.