She is a wave, an ocean.
Moving, spinning in layers of chiffon clothing, soft sighs and
wispy clouds. She is the mistress … no.. there’s a better word.
Embodiment of a sea I’ve never seen. But I can feel it in her,
roiling deep, tumultuous, raging, beautiful destruction, controlled chaos,
wielding the power of both death and new life: a theme so very
familiar. Making waves, etching landscapes, capturing the heart
of anyone who likes the crisp pre-dawn air.
Margot Velvet 