Sheer fabrics dancing in the wind. I hold my breath as I watch your movements. There's something ethereal about the way the silk dances around your body. The contours fade as you merge with the layers, the wind, the landscape. It takes me to a place I've never been before. A place between waking and dreaming. Where stillness and movement are one and the same. When I try to again distinguish your contours from the landscape, it seems that you are completely dissolved. Instead of seeing you, I discover can feel you. You and your layers of silk, dancing eternally inside me.