Her words caught on the wind before floating away into nothingness, never making it to his questioning gaze.
She could lose herself in those eyes, had lost herself in that gaze.
Not on this day.
With a sad smile and a soft sigh she turned away and slowly began to spin and spin and spin until she was dizzy and giddy with freedom. Her laughter filled the rafters with song while doves beat their wings frantically looking for a way out.
She lifted her arms in devotion and let herself fall into the cacophony of sound.
21 April 2018
Sussex Coast, England