I closed my eyes and there she was. I am just a visitor to this place, but this place belongs to her. She looks at me or beyond me - I'm not sure which. I watch her dance through the field and trees, her skin like honey in the morning sun. Her mouth opens as if to cry or sing or scream, but I hear no sound...only the wind. I become aware of the smell of sweat and honeysuckle and pine straw; a dragonfly darts past me and I notice that she's almost out of sight. With her back to me she glances at me over her shoulder, an almost imperceptible smile on her mouth, and then she - my Jezebel - is gone.
