"I was born near the ocean." Gwen said. "This smell brings back memories."
"What smell?" Arthur asked.
They stood on the beach. Bare feet on hot sand.
"Close your eyes. Breathe deep. You can tell. Salt. Wind… Do you feel it?"
…
Yes.
…
Gwen pulled back and clung to Arthur.
"What now Gwen? Something wrong?" Arthur worried.
"N-nothing. Just the wind." Gwen sighed. "For a moment I thought that I heard something. A sound or a voice…"
She looked to the ocean and felt the fresh air's lightness. She smiled.
"…It was like a deep breathing."