A cold New England Day

A loud crash of ocean surf hits the rocks below the bridge the young woman stands on. The wave sprays a light mist of salty ocean water in her face. The whipping wind is loud and cold against her ears as it whips and blows her long hair around in a storm of curly dark hair. It's so beautiful here, she thinks to herself. When suddenly the bridge she is standing on starts to tremble and shake beneath her feet.