October Post.

The waves crash against the coastline, throwing spray in the air and flinging their contents at the land as if they wanted nothing more than to consume it with their rage. The sky gives no hint of sunlight. Clouds of heather gray crowd toward the beach, egging on the waves, casting their shadow on the land and painting the sea the color of steel. Though the clouds are swelled with rain, not a drop has yet fallen.

A figure walks under the trees just beyond the jaws of the water, feet softly making imprints in the ground. Gauze from a dress trails behind as the wind whips around her ankles, and salt encrusts her hair. She emerges onto a precipice that stands stoically against the pounding of the waves, and gazes into the horizon, a haze between silk and wool. There is no sound save that of the waves incessantly driving against the rocks, the roar of nature's power.

Then, as she pauses, sheets of rain suddenly plummet to earth, bullets of half-water and half-ice. The ground is immediately drenched, sand turns to mud, air turns to a mist of gray. The ocean calms down under the sleet, rain cooling its wrath. The figure still stands on the rock.

When the clouds finally empty their bowels, they begin to part. A ray of gold, like a child gently waking, peeks through. The ocean is a mirror of silver, making riplets, entreaties to the shore, as if in apology for its conduct. A piece of cerulean appears in the sky, bordered by cotton. The girl smiles, sunshine blooming on her face as well.

She doesn't feel the need to peel off her dress before letting herself fall. The wind roars in her ears for a second, then stops. The jump from the cliff leads straight to the waters below.

In the distance, two wings glide a figure smoothly over the sea. No ripple disturbs the peace.


P.S. I tried not to use any adjectives. It's really quite the challenge. >_>