Greet the dawn on the coldest morning and feel the frost underfoot. See the distance flow into view like a watercolour wash of haze filled hues. She dances here, she weaves life onto pages.
“Running before the wind” she fills eyes with wonder…of footprints so deep they could lead you home. Moonlight rises in these skies and spills over fields like a spell cast to guide.
Grace wanders at our side, it asks nothing more of us than to see it.