Seasonable Angler: The Art of Letting Go

I could see her just ahead of me as I stood motionless and timeless—frozen in the spell of her presence. Nothing else existed in those first moments. The trees and birds and looming thunder clouds had all vanished in the moment she caught my eye. I was captivated by the way she moved, like a willow tree in a warm summer’s breeze. It was as if she were dancing in place to music that only she could hear. There was a natural rhythm to the way her body swayed back and forth, as if she had somewhere to go—all the while managing to hold herself suspended in both space and time.

I felt almost guilty for trying to capture her heart in my hand, but guilt is for suckers....

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