Original Oil Painting

She was the wind, she was stars. Her legs were long and they never tangled in on themselves. She was a whisper, a rumor, she was night itself. She was the definition of grace and poise. She never fell, she never crumpled like a paper bag, sprawled out and hurting. She never cried. She wasn’t heavy, sad, clumsy, she was air. She was Night Skater dammit.