The air was cold.  No matter where Mable was, it was always just a little bit cold in the morning.

Colder still was the ocean water, but Mable had been sitting in it so long, it felt just like a warm hug.

She sat just far enough in the water for it to cover her legs, and she had not moved since she sat down there.  Waves splashed over her, not caring that she was there to mourn, and she was grateful for that.  At least there was one thing in her life that would always remain the same, no matter what.