The tide came in and the tide pulled out.
The sun sank and drowsed towards the horizon.
The woman walked across the beach in her yellow sundress and her bare feet.
The sand was warm and pleasant.
But winter would be coming in a matter of months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds.
It was time.
It was time and she knew it.
She had to return to the beach, to the ocean, to the waves of blue and green and gray.
Her feet slapped across the ocean-moistened land.
She stepped into the water.
The sun set with a green flash.
And everything dissolved away.
She cried out in joy and dove to her home in the darkening waves.