Like a soft moon-rise, with the clouds gently covering her face, giving mystery and grace, with the moon peeking out with the colours of a sunset. It’s cool and calm and the leaves whisper in rustles and the wind blows whisps of her hair as the crickets sing to one another. And small paw prints can be heard in the dry grass as the moon grows ever nearer and ever higher. A kissing wind that makes you feel like you’re having an affair, that someone is waiting for you in another place with a love and passion that transcends time and space. Out there somewhere. Waiting and whispering through the trees and sky. Only to be interrupted by the sound of modern society.