The air is fresh and untouched by dust and grime. The clear blue water embraces her feet. She has her back to the world. Woman. Child. Girl. Unknown. Pristine. Just like her long, flowy garment. The sun rises that morning just for her and kisses her face. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. Alone, not lonely. Human yet content. She takes a step towards the wet sand. No promises to keep. Just her soul, her shadow and she.

"Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you"