A girl sat on her roof. She sat there alone, in complete silence. Her gaze was on the moon, but her mind was far away, leaving her eyes blankly staring into the bright light. It was in the past, in the future, wherever she wanted it to be. The only thing that kept her in touch with reality was the wind.

Like always, it blew from the West, from the distant ocean. Oh, how she wished it would carry the ocean with it. To at least lift the salt air and let it tag along on the tumbling ride. She just wanted to smell it again, the ocean air combined with a cool morning.

The girl liked the beach, but never wanted to stay there for too long. It wasn't like most beaches you see online, framed with bright sunsets, but it was the one she knew and loved. In the morning, the whole coast was flooded in fog. Dew covered the grass and the sky was overcast, even in the summer. The air was fresh and cool, the wind blowing from the salty water. Reeds blew in the breeze and the short, fried grass pricked bare feet. It reminded her of summer camp, of waking up early among her friends to start an amazing day.

Closing her eyes, she let the wind surround her, envelope her. She searched in the cool folds of it, but never found the comfort of her ocean. The girl knew if she opened her eyes she would be back on the roof. She would see the dark silhouettes of evergreens and the bright moon. In the distance, rolling hills and powerlines. She didn't want to be there, so her eyes remained closed.

The lake, the water, the sand, the grass, the distant laughter, it all seemed so close. She imagined walking alone across the pavement in the early morning, heading to the cafeteria before the rest of her cabin-mates. It was cool and overcast and the sound of waves could be heard crashing in the distance. A few campers were before her, feet crunching on the gravel.

She hadn't been there in two years. Slowly opening her eyes, the girl fell from the sky back to her dark roof. The moon was still staring at her, it's light so bright her shadow was cast across the shingles. The wind still blew, but it was bland and empty. She turned her face away from the moon and let the wind hit it straight on. Breathing it in, she still searched for the salt air. Just a few weeks. A few weeks and she would be back there. She could wake up before everyone and wander outside in the cool air, letting the salt wind hit her face. Just a few weeks.