How strange.

She felt the wind caress her skin, her hair, whispering softly around her. The sunset told of beginnings. Light pink and baby blue. The world was light and airy. So very strange.

we all die alone.

It was true. There was no one around. Only the wind, the sky and the water. She was empty and oddly free. There was no fear, just a peculiar feeling of juxtoposition.

A sigh of air escaped her lips and she moved forward.

No one heard the splash, does that make it noiseless?

And then it was the water that caressed her, not the wind.

And it was the end of a new beginning. Strange indeed.