Pumpkin looked into the water. It lapped gently against the breakwater of piled rocks,pulsing in and out,regular as a metronome. It has its own way of speaking ,and that particular day Pnmpkin heard its voice. Cool water,it bubbled. Lovely,cool water. Pumpkin dropped one foot over the side to feel the water against her skin. It was smooth,like pressed satin straight from the bolt. Her foot glided through it. Tears filled Pumpkin's eyes,and she shuddered.