Refulgence

When she gazes out into the night, out over the sea, she sees nothing but the waves. There is the spray of foam, and the clouds obscuring the stars. There is the rush of the surf and the drifts of traffic from the street. There is the breeze on her arms, and the sand in her shoes. There is the weightlessness of her mind, and the hope and love in her heart.

And then there is his question in her ear: "In an ideal world, what would you want?"