Zachary JacobsSan Francisco, California, US The ocean wind gusts,heady and thick,chapped lips speckledwith briny grit.Gulls yammer in protest of the breeze,fits of throaty birdsongamid the whisper of the sea.She sits.Sand conforms lovingly to her hips,toes wriggling in its cool embrace,as the sun succumbs to the horizon,its warmth, long forgotten,slurped up greedily by time,relentless,and fleeting as…