Its too still here. It feels like the calm before a storm. Something is going to happen and it frightens me to my sleeping core.
Movement. There must be movement. Something to distract from the ominous feelings around me.
Well isn't that beautiful. A purple acrobat weightless above the pink hills tumbles over and over again. I asked for movement. I asked for distraction.
I am fixated by her graceful moves. She does not see me. Does she know she has an audience?
Perhaps she is the dreamer and she has dreamed me up so she will not be so lonely.
At least she matches the Wisteria...