Another Year Overby
rinacComment by K3Master: Some days, when the sun was finally disappearing, and the breeze blew just so, and the waves gently crashed upon the shore, some days he would appear.
Only for a moment, always silent, never seeming to understand that he was there, that he existed, or that there was anything or anyone there but himself and the sea.
He had disappeared so many years before. He had gone for a stroll, as he had every day, along his favorite stretch of beach. He had said goodbye, and put on his hat, and had never come home again.
Now, should you find yourself there, when the end of the day was just so, he would appear. He would stand there and stare out over the sea, and as the last of the golden light would turn to the deep azure of the twilight, he would fade.
If you listened very carefully, perhaps, you would hear what could be a soft and almost silent sigh go out across the water as the form disappeared, and your heart would open and your soul would weep, and you would never forget that encounter.
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