I dreamed about a girl.
She was sinking and sinking but she didn’t fight against it.
With soft moves, she spread her ethereal apparel all over that dark and clean water.
She emanates light, shiniging around her and contrasting with all the deep black water.
She looks at me,
and smiling desappear through yards of silk, fading in the darkness.
I couldn’t forget her face, her smile…
I can’t forget that magic!
I got entranced with the nostalgia of her movements…
But it was just a dream.
PS: Thanks to Zena Holloway’s photos