Grey water

Meg marches through the tall grass. It whips her bare legs, and her feet crush dry leaves. The evening is clammy. Sweat drips between her breasts. She can't see clearly, but can smell the sea, so heads towards it.

The roar of the ocean takes her by surprise. Stepping onto the sand, the clamminess is broken by dry, salt air. It sticks to her skin.

She runs now. Her thighs ache as she pushes herself through the sand. It swallows her feet. She runs towards the water and pauses only briefly before crashing through the small, grey waves. She runs deeper, against the pull, and at last throws herself into the fury of the salt and the water. She is submerged, yelling now, as her mouth and nose fill and her eyes sting.

When she breaks through the surface, the sky is grey, the water is grey. But she is clear.

This piece is the first WoW for 2012. Check out other WoW pieces. Below is the prompt:

The Write on Wednesday spark: The stories a tree could tell.
Take a look at the above photo (by Story). Use it to inspire your Write on Wednesday post. Keep your post on the short side: up to 500 words OR a 5 minute stream of consciousness exercise. Link your finished piece to the list and begin popping by the other links in the list. Enjoy!