Dating : If You Learn How to Dance…

She held her arms over the railing of the porch, her legs daintily crossed as her right forearm raised a cupped hand underneath her chin, holding up her head so that her eyes could fall into their hypnotic slumber. She scanned the entirety of the woods below, left and right her pupils swung, absorbed by her iris that was as brown as a leaf enduring the fall; for brown leaves have stories, as they have lived out the purpose of their existence in this world, and regardless of their chlorophyll they are simply that much more alive.

And her eyes were as alive as ever.

They never once missed the magic that is the essence of a wind manifesting tangibility by brushing through the relaxed limbs of a standing oak, ever so gently lifting the branches into a calm, momentary shiver. The ferns would shake and the fronds would rustle, moving while stuck in one place; teaching that only to remain…

Well, that is quite alright, as long as you learn how to dance.