Relax

Reanna sat on the pier, letting her legs dangle over the water as she watched the sunset. It had been a long day. Well, a long week, really. A long week that had been part of a long month. Well... It had all been long. But the point was, it seemed to finally be coming to an end. For the first time in as long as she could remember, Reanna felt that she could just lay back and relax. And she planned on doing just that.

As the sun slipped past the horizon and the sky grew dark, Reanna laid back onto the pier and looked at the sky. Before long, stars slowly began to appear, and she smiled to herself as she tried to recognize the constellations. She remembered trying to learn them when she was a child, but that was a long time ago. Some of the shapes seemed vaguely familiar, and she still had some of the names floating around in her head, but she had trouble making the connections between them.

Eventually it started to get too cold for Reanna to be laying on a beach pier, so she got up and started walking. She didn't particularly have a destination in mind. She was just walking. Going along her way, seeing if she could find a place to be next. In the distance she could see the lights of town turning on as it got darker, and she could hear the buzz of the night life as it came out.

Several people passed her by, but she paid them no mind, and they her. Each person had their own plans, their own destinations. And Reanna, not knowing what her own were, found little need to talk with them or accompany them. Besides. She had spent a lot of her life around other people, and she had learned with time that finding those she appreciated, and who appreciated her, was a small chance. She found it easier to let things happen naturally. If there was someone out there who needed her, or who she needed, they would find her. Somehow they always had.

As she found herself entering the town, she noticed a small store off the beaten path. It seemed to call to her, and she approached it. Inside was a collection of antiques and toys that reminded her of her childhood. She smiled as she looked through them, reliving memories of simpler times, before the rush of life had come to her. The price tags on them were reasonable, but if she bought each thing that caught her eye, that reminded her of the past, she knew she would soon be broke.

Somewhat reluctantly, she decided that now was not the time to be making these purchases. But as she left, she looked back and memorized the store. It's name, it's location, and it's contents. Someday she would come back to it. Deep down, she could feel that she must. It held something special for her, and she would need to take that specialness home with her. So she would be back. Sooner or later, she'd make it back.