Every morning, Mary would do the same thing. She’d wake up, stretch, meditate for a few moments, write in her journal, and head out to the beach for a morning walk.
She did this in any weather. Hot mornings, stormy mornings, wintry mornings.
“I just don’t feel myself without my morning constitutional,” she would say. “Some days, the sky will have a twinge of purple and the sea will be green.”
Mary noticed the weather changing just like everyone else. She was worried about climate change, but just like everyone else, stuck to her route.
“There’s no way I could live somewhere else,” she said.
And one morning, she was swallowed up by the green sea during the seasonal hurricane.
This story is part of a series of travel stories set in Imaginary Landscapes.