From where Julia stands on the beach she can barely hear the gleeful squeals and shouts of the children, but she can't wash their fluttering dances from her eyes. Even staring straight into the oncoming waves, pulling her arms up around her to defend against the cool breeze, they remain in the corner of her right eye. Their chaotic twirls and spasms break her concentrated stream of melancholy, canceling the gravity of her situation and spreading the warmth of a smile across her cheeks.