she spun herself underwater as if gravity were pulling her the other way around
as if the surface of the water were a looking glass into the sky
she touched it with her toe, walking on water, toying with the fabric of the universe
ripples like folds of blue
bubbles like the stars catching fire
swirls of purple majesty and wisps of a silver-cream
silence in slow-motion.
and then she stopped. and it was time to go.