Ginger steps are placed under the weight of life,
One foot in front of the other make their way towards me, under the canopy.
She is a pale spring girl, sunlight filters through the over hanging leaves, and our surroundings are stained with a faded green.
"Everything has its time, and everything has its name."
I don't know what she means, but she speaks from demure lips, her sage advice spilling softly from her mouth, and she is sure of her message.
I find myself believing this girl knows the world.
The pattern of light surrounds us as lines cut between fractals of diamonds.
Her secret isn't so much hidden, but a mystery to me, and I marvel that I've never heard it before.
"Everything around you is breathing. The stars are shining with the same light inside of your eyes."
I'm frozen where I stand. I can't seem to move away from this light as air girl. She moves with all of the grace of one who learned to dance with the wind.
She reaches a hand up to my face, and her fingers are delicat