Stella

She gave a deep throated laugh as she stood looking out to sea, loving the beautiful colours splashed across the sky.  Somehow she knew she would never be tired of gazing at the vista before her with the morphing colours ever changing before her.

She held her small son under his little armpits and smiled down at him as he squealed with delight as he was bobbed up and down in the tiny swell that reached the shore.

Stella wanted her child to love the sea and sky above as much as she did.  She couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t felt the lure of the sound, smell, taste and sight of the massive unearthly splendour before her reach to the depths of her soul and comfort her:

Ever since she was small, her mother would bring Stella to the shore and take delight in describing the scene in front of her.  She could weave magical tales that seemed to echo around Stella and make her long to hear the stories over and over again.  

Although the stories would have magical creatures in them her mother managed to weave the words in ways that were different every time which filled Stella’s mind with wonder as she listened eyes agog at what happened to these creatures that were somehow human but not really human.

And as she grew older Stella found solace in the glory and wonder of nature.  Even when the sea was fickle and would toss the waves so madly she couldn’t reach the shore she would stand and watch what was happening.

Today of course was different.  She wanted her son Ashe to have the best time at the shore and feel the joy of the sand beneath his feet and how the water could be so cold but still refreshing. 

Dipping Ashe’s toes in and out the water was such a small thing really.  But she had noticed that sometimes it’s not the big things that mattered but the small things that could change you inside.  The small glimmers of light that could lead you to bigger and better streams of light that could suddenly shine through the dark, changing everything in a second from bad to good.

Maybe it was because powerful blood ran in her veins, or could it be that Ashe also had a special connection with the sea?  She had no idea which it was, but she needed to give him as much time near the sea as she could.

It was no accident that she had returned to a seaside when she discovered she was going to have a baby.  She didn’t care what anyone thought.  This was HER son and she was going to do right by him, because that is what mothers do for their children  

 As the breeze rifled its way through her hair making the long blonde curly hair billow and float around her in a cloud.  What an amazingly peaceful place this was!