The woman remains quietly at the wooden railing, staring toward the distant sea. ...

The woman remains quietly at the wooden railing, staring toward the distant sea. A strong but natural coastal wind moves her loose gray hair and the surface fibers of her dark knitted coat. She slowly shifts her gaze toward a tiny distant boat, blinks once, and tightens her fingers slightly around the weathered railing. Waves rise and fall behind her while distant gulls glide across the gray sk...