they told me once, that a woman is like the ocean - free, untamed, unpredictable and her very own. I was always very frightened of the ocean, and I wondered why they would make that comparison. i'd always felt like a pond - very secret and lonely and quiet. but i guess i understand it now more than ever. how a pond is of the same ilk as the ocean - slippery and blue-eyed.
Every time she dashed out to meet him in the orchard in secret, she felt hope swell in her heart, and she couldn't help noticing that the world turned lavender crimson to match her desire. Must be fairy magic.