Praia da Galé, Portugal
Lydia’s days were busy – always too much work and not enough time – but she always took a moment each day to get away from it all and visit the ocean. More correctly, she always too a moment each day to get as close as she could to the ocean. It was a considerable way off, but her vantage point still allowed her a clear view.
The way from point A where she stood to point B where she wished she could was impassable, especially in the simple flats she wore. They wouldn’t hold up over rocky, unsteady terrain, to say nothing of the time it would take to get there. Lydia was happy enough to feel the breeze off the ocean and taste the salt on the air. Sometimes, if she was lucky and timed her lunch breaks correctly, she would see dolphins jumping in and out of the water. Lydia imagined they were playing, having no cares in the world.
Her coworkers teased her about her daily trip. Her coworkers teased her about many things, come to think of it, and none of them made Lydia feel more welcome in their midst. She did her job well but she felt like an outsider because none of them seemed to know what to do with her.
Lydia wondered at times if she should try harder, make more small talk, pretend to like the things they talked about. They didn’t pretend with her, though, so it felt empty and pointless. Would it make a difference anyway? It was a question she asked herself all the time. All the time except when she was standing on that point, that is, standing there eating a sandwich while watching waves roll in and out until it was time to go back to her desk in her awfully lit office and get teased by her coworkers who didn’t know any better.
At least she had the ocean.