Renaissance Grrrl

Life's a funny beast. Just when you think you have her all figured out, everything changes. As you clamber up to some small patch of stable ground, that fateful wind gusts and you dive so willing once more into the void. And that voice comes swimming out to you from over aeons, not that voice you know but you know too well. Envy of the Graces, an orchéstra in tune to every note like wind through the grasses. The strings are tuning whispers in the boughs when a small laugh like oceans crashing and you are won before the smile can crest through foam. Rocky lines of shore all too forgotten you swim further out into the light and wait for night to fall from beneath the waves.