She reached out, each of her hands taking hold of the railing that stretched out beside the tracks. Tears pouring from her eyes were blown back into her streaming hair by the salty wind from the bay far below.
She closed her eyes.
Then. It felt good, the wind, for a moment she hesitated , became still in the rushing luxury that engulfed her. Breath came easily as the sea winds poured through her aching lungs, healing their need for air.
She leaned into the wind, her mind suddenly quiet with an exquisite nothingness. She began to sway with the sea air almost as if dancing. There was an odd gentleness within the force that pushing her back from the railing, she leaned into the thrusting air, grasping the railing, a mist of briny sea water flecked across her upturned face.
From within the quiet she came to shed her previous conscious, grasping tightly onto the feeling bore to her from the sea. She stepped away, began walking away. It felt so good.
She wanted more, could have more, just to know again, she could feel the good, the grand the amazing rushing through her, filling her dark spaces with a deep healing wind.