 
She sits alone at a table on the patio of the cafe… her hair, swept up by the wind, falls into her face. Without taking her eyes off her copy of La Boheme, she sweeps it behind her ear with one of her slender, perfectly manicured fingers. She intrigues you, from the way she sips of cappuccino, to the way she seems removed from the hustle and bustle of the downtown Paris setting... You can't take your eyes off her... she draws you nearer by the silent force of her presence… you feel yourself slipping into her isolated world of freedom and carelessness… pure bliss… you feel swept away… soothed… basking in her ambience… then she turns to look at you, your heart stops beating. You stand perfectly still, paralyzed by her gaze. She walks towards you, her eyes fixated on yours. She leans in to whisper in your ear as she brushes past… “You don’t believe in Sirens, do you?” You try to answer her, but the words get caught on their way out… “That’s what I thought…” she whispers and kisses you softly on the cheek, her hand resting momentarily on your shoulder… For what seems like forever you stand there, immobilized in shock. When you finally regain control of your muscles, you turn around to see her turning the corner and disappearing into the crowd. The last thing you see is the sunlight shining off her silky golden blonde hair. The silence and stillness of her world fades and you awake to real life, left with nothing but a bittersweet memory of the dream… |