Unaware that she’d even spoken aloud, it took Darcy a moment to get what he was saying. “What? Well, yeah. It is.” She turned her head to look at him, confused, until she realized what she had said. Blows=wind=storm?
“Yeah, no. Sorry. Didn’t mean to say that. Blows as in...you know. Sucks. Stinks. Uh...awful?” With a shrug, she turned back in order to look down at the waves on her feet. Normally she would have continued on her way down the beach by now as she tried to shake her restlessness, but a brief moment of company wasn’t too bad when she’d been caught in her own head for hours. “Life, you know? Life blows.”