She smells of a crisp autumn shower and the new beginnings a fresh September brings.
She reminds me of long October walks and thunderstorms of unimaginable power
Yet her eyes flash with more electricity in a single glance than all the lightning in the sky, and the crack of the heavens being rent in twain cannot move me as does a single word whispered from her lips.
A smile creeps across her face like the dawn breaking over the crawling mist and glows with the gentle radiance of the setting sun, always hinting at that which lies just over the horizon.
