She woke from fitful dreams, dressed in layers of assorted clothing, a hat, and gloves. Her physical shelter provided walls to shield the elements of nature, though this particular evening, provided none against the cold of harsh circumstance. Bundled, she withdrew beneath covers, warmed of body if not of soul; allowed her mind to wander at will. She walked upon deserted beach dotted with sparkling sea glass, allowing soft, moist sands to ground her as she stepped eagerly towards the surf. Coaxed further, cool ripples drew her ankle deep as the salty swash continued to tickle and tease. She loosed her clothing, each piece dropped upon the shoreline, a breadcrumb, offering to the ocean; she walked on, freely.