Even with a bandage on her cheek, a mischievous smile spreads across her face, and her cap is tilted jauntily to one side.
The hint of bumping into things suggests an unstoppable boldness—her hips, too, seem ready to take a playful smack with a laugh…
Her wild energy overwhelms the white tank top and shorts, barely holding together.
But what about me? In the warm breeze, even standing still, she moves like a temptress, and I’d love to tell her I could keep up, never stopping, always ready to play her games.