I saw her today for the first time, she was down on the beach just where the sand gives way to the lapping of the ocean.
Her hair was tousled and half way down her back, she was crouching, and her honeyed skin was naked as the day she was born.
Moving towards her, I knew nothing more than she was at home in nature and that this was one of her safe spaces.
In the quietness of the scene, a monarch butterfly fluttered by, alighting on her head.
The omen clear
I knew that she would be mine
