Birds are flying quickly and rarely, as if they are going to fall, but at the last moment flit their wings and run away from the Earth rough surface for miles and miles to come back closer to it again.
The air slowly glides on Penelope's skin and unexplainably disappears, as if it is just paying a tribute to the swelling sea, seen from an old wooden window in her house. It must be exactly that weather when the first disaster happened. It sucked out all colors and moves and made all ancient people think, whether the gods got angry and are going to destroy the whole humanity or just taking a deep breath to keep loving it. In some moment it seems that even the sea died off and the sand got frozen, but then the air temperature - not cold, not warm - still doesn't change. The whole world gets silent and the only quiet thing Penelope can hear is her own and the sea's pulse.
But then the ringing phone tears up the silence.
"She won't come home," someone says.
And the storm begins.
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