The walk to the beach was tedious and long. I dragged my exhausted body and mind across the cold hard pavement. A strong wind was blowing, dark clouds at a distance warned of an approaching storm, but I persisted.
The beach was empty, the usual sunny cheerful outlook was gone, instead shadows of memories haunt the place. The thunder sounded, seemingly to remind me of the approaching storm. Soon enough, the sky was overcast and of a monotonous grey-black colour. Still, I refused to leave. I stood facing the sea.... facing the gale and the waves.
All of a sudden, the air was still...the waves stopped. All was quiet and peaceful. The calm before the storm as they call it. It was the most beautiful moment in my life. One could feel the sheer presence of the unstable equibrillum and it was just so rare, so unique, so special.
A gentle wind started to blow and was trasnformed to a gale within seconds. At the horizon, the curtain of rain started to make its way towards the beach. Just like dominoes falling, it approached at immense velocity. Still, I stood my ground, refusing to budge. As the storm swept across the beach, all hell broke loose. Raindrops hit down hard across my face and waves smashed repeatedly on the beach. My heart was shattered and swept away by the merciless waves, leaving behind an empty shell whose tears were drowned out by the raindrops.

What if, just what if, I had repeated the same mistake while trying to prevent it?