The wind kicked up all around me. I rushed to the top of the bridge’s stairs. The ocean stretched out beyond the horizon. My feet pressed against the concrete. The sound of a far off siren sounded. The bellow of a boat horn from the docks accompanied it. A gust of wind scattered a cascade of autumn leaves in front of me. Their colors whirled and danced off with the wind.
My eyes focused on what awaited me. She held her golden hair out of her face as the wind blew. Her white dress floated gently in the breeze. She pressed close to me.