Evalyn Paige

The terrible pain of beauty ever-present and just out of reach...
for the moment.

Waves splashed mildly across the shore, playing and tossing the pale sand. The smell of lilac perfume drifted from her clothes, and the warm steam from a cup of jasmine tea floated up and away. Behind, she heard the quiet roar of traffic as she dipped her feet gently into the cool water. Looking up, marveling, at a blue sky quivering with clouds, she wondered: 'Could this all be a dream?'