The Fence

She stands over there every evening, gazing over the fence, staring into the horizon. The girl took a deep breath of the salty seaside wind. The cool breeze is blowing over her expressionless face. The ocean waves are moving with the wind, and sometimes suddenly forms a wave that splashes onto the coast. She changed position and laid her hand on the moss-covered fence. It must have felt like touching a mix of cotton and grass. The sun started setting over the sea, which made a beautiful scene. The clouds gathered, the birds warbled and flew towards the setting sun in small groups. She continued standing there, focusing on the shimmering sea now reflecting the sun’s colors. A few fish splashed around not so far off the beach, and the wind picked up again. The girl turned, glanced back for a few seconds and went back to the little wooden lodge where she lived with her mother.