Send a message to her, blow it into the air. Let it surround her and enter her lungs, let it invigorate her blood and move through her mind.
Common front, multiple backs, which side is true? One is just a facet of the other, part of the same varying whole.
Light in eyes, constant movement, leaning in and then falling back. Rows of individuality, each link in the line unique and of itself, yet combined become a strong union which breaches barriers.
Feathers on the wind bring messages only the observant will understand.
Flame flickers as fire lights the room warming the heart, soothing the mind, calming the spirit, healing the soul.