She walks gently past the large oak talking with the wind, her body slim and graceful as her hair, too, talks with the wind in long strides of chocolate brown and golden dawn. In movement, almost weightless her milky caramel feet wisp just above the fallen leaves down a trail intended for her alone.
In her left hand, a gift. Shining from it's core a knowledge she begins to understand... this is what she saw:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=95nic9uqbbI