Swirling

What she did was step lightly down to the water. She moved from the bank of small stones to a larger one that was nestled in the cool flow of the river, an island that parted the eddies about it. She crossed her ankles and ensuring that the whispy satin of her gown wouldn't become sodden, she folded it about her thighs.

She sat ignoring the sounds of civilization on the other side of the treeline as she faded into her reverie, wondering the complexities of the sun and sky.

She had not been still for five minutes when she heard a soft call of her name from the opposite shore. Eyes opened and aflutter at the brightness of the sun, she blinked.

As she focused, she felt her heart steadily shoot down to her bare feet that lay mere centimeters from the lapping water. It was a dismal situation that she felt unhappy to address when the moments were at their best!

Let us not think about such. She murmured to herself. She stood up. She stretched her arms above her head.

Despite her finery in that material, she took a mightly leap into the air, gracefully bent in half and was whisked into the firm flow of the current.

Ah. Much better.