Short story: The Call of the Waves - Essen-Ruhr

The wind whipped over the dunes and let fine sand dance like glistening fog over the ground. The North Sea lay endlessly in front of it, grey and upset, as if reflecting its own sadness. She sat alone, her knees encircled, her face lifted up into the sky, where the sun hid behind dense clouds. Her heart was heavy, filled with memories that felt like the echo of past days. Here, on this coastal strip, they had once sat together...