Rose decides to make her way down to the beach, wearing her warmest clothing, still wrapped in a cloak. She'd hadn't seen the ocean in some time, so despite the cold, she'd decide to make her way down to the beach.

The waning crescent moon paints a path of light across the choppy waters of the mighty Atlantic ocean. While gazing across the vast expanse, idle thoughts of the plethora of mysterious denizens that sleep beneath in the frozen depths fill you with a sense of wonder and perhaps a tinge of anxiety.

The cold winds blow up pearly wisps of sand into small vortexes, from time to time you have to shield your face from the tiny shimmering and stinging particles. You hear mighty waves crash against the shore bringing with them a calming rhythm that feels somewhat out of place in this time of year. Many associate the oceans pulse with summer time frivolity, not the late autumns frozen embrace. The small town city lights do not pollute and obscure the heavens as badly as perhaps a metropolis such as Boston or Bucharest, instead they blaze brightly in the December night sky. The moon and stars provide enough light to stroll by and fully enjoy the salty scented night air and the other worldly atmosphere.