Remix: Equanimity (The Weightlessness Remix) [River, 100 words, rated G], by trascendenza
She breathes the salt, clothes herself in the water, swirling eddies around her ankles and wrists. "Salt heals," she murmurs, letting the spray kiss her eyelids. Ninety-five percent ocean, Simon echoes, it's hardly even a planet, and she smiles as she lays on her back, her starfish-flower arms growing outwards, outwards, outwards until she feels every square mile, every weighted inch of weightlessness.
The loaded guns and money smiles dissolve, the serenity that is not serene; only she is left, drowning and suspended, her and the salt and the blue.
All my rivers lead here, she tells the water.
The water agrees.