Mondays Finish the Story – Changing Tides

First time writing for this community.  Love a more directional prompt that not only includes a picture, but the first line.  Link to this blog here 

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life”

It seemed like everything had come in waves: a splish of bad here, a splash of good there, and an occasional breeze that swept the branch’s melancholy shade away for a swash of revitalizing sunlight.

*Splish*

She felt the drizzle of salty tears from when her dad passed away.

*Splash*

The spray from squirt guns and water hoses used as watery artillery at her best friend’s birthday party.

Every time the mourning shadows tried to engulf her in gloom, a breath of fresh air placed her back in the sunshine.

Changing tides and winds can bring in anguish or elation, but nothing stays the same: a bittersweet morsel for those currently on either side.  Just remember, the pendulum swings both ways; it will come back.