You know her by her bare feet and tangled hair.
You know her by her been-there-done-that and simultaneously optimistic laugh.
She sings to herself, in the shower, at a bonfire or perusing the farmers market.
She has a spark in her eye and a lingering hint of innocence in her smile.
You know her by her devil-may-care attitude and mischievous, toothy grin.
She’s not afraid to go there. She’s always ready. She can’t be tamed.
She’s a myth, she’s a dream, she’s standing there, right in front of you.
Images via Oracle Fox.
Dispatched from the West Coast.