#borlock

… no one to compare her to, no one to measure her against. She was unknown territory.

She picked up the ukulele. We stopped breathing.

She gave us something to talk about. She was entertaining.

One day I turned a corner and there she was, coming right at me, the long skirt softly rustling, looking straight at me, surrounding me with those eyes.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl.

She swirled like a dust devil. She marched stiffly like a wooden soldier. She tootled an imaginary flute. She pogoed into the air and knocked her bare heels together.