The sky is vast, and the plains roll on for miles. The scent of earth and grass are all around me. There's beauty here, it's true, and yet there is a part of me which longs to trade this sea of green for one of blue.
"...How long she lay there she knew not. She had lost count of time; dreamily she looked up at the moonlit sky, and listened to the monotonous roll of the waves.
The invigorating scent of the sea was nectar to her wearied body, the immensity of the lonely cliffs was silent and dreamlike. Her brain only remained conscious of its ceaseless, its intolerable torture of uncertainty.