Her hair whipped about her, ablaze in the setting sun. The humidity stuck to her pearl skin, gleaming and shimmering rainbow prisms. She wore a contemplative stare; eyes clear azure like the sky on that cloudless day. There she sat tall and still among the mossy willow trees, her slightly parted mouth hinting at her meditative mood. The ivory of her teeth showed through rose lips as if telling the spirits of the glen to come at her very whim. Suddenly she betrayed herself with a flick of her fragile wrist, trying to tame the strands that rose and sank in the clear movement of air. Wetting her lips, she stood and with the energy of a soft white rabbit she ran down the hill were she had perched, crimson streamers behind her. She found the gust she'd been waiting for and in the moment it took me to sigh at her changing beauty, she was aloft; soaring and dipping in the same manner her hair done only minutes past. I sat for a moment longer, then took the same downward path, the jagged stones beneath me. I joined her, feeling the currents under my own shifting feathers. Oh, what joy to be free of this world!