In again, and out. Cars along the street drive into oblivia. Under her feet, blades soften. In and out. In and out again.
Light falls from the western sky.
In she spins, and warms. The only sounds are the thu, thu, thu of her heart, haauusssh of her blood. Feet find holds in air. Hair climbs the neck. This night, this water, these sounds tell the girl how the great mother danced her children into being.