She twirled between the trees, pushing aside the green with her extravagant colors.; a pop of happy in an already vibrant forest. She didn’t stand too far from the rush of the highway, but the timbers stood guard against the pressures of an ugly and clashing world. Moments like hers don’t require a soundtrack, but she heard one around her. The birds above, the twigs below, the melody inside.
We’d gone through five outfits that afternoon, trying to find the perfect combination of magical and ecstatic and fantastic. First it was too boring. Then too exciting. Then too farmer. Then too fairy. Then almost right. Then perfect. It was an afternoon with my sister: she as model, me as photographer, we as creative team.
Armed with $12 in glitter, a perfect outfit, and a plethora of camera gear, we swatted away the mosquitos, wiped away the sweat, listened to the melody of the woods, and doused ourselves in glitter.