A Harvest Moon

This harvest moon was different.

The friends I ran with all seemed to find girls to wander away with and I found myself alone, watching the dancers on the stage.

And this girl....oh, my, this girl...glided across the dancing area not in any human fashion; but floating, swaying, bending, moving in ways I had never seen before. I could not look away from her.

My eyes were entranced with her long dark hair vibrant in motion, the low cut bodice of her flowing gown, her uplifted arms in movement and rhythm, her delicate fingers and feet seeming fantasy-like in the shifting and glowing lights. My eyes were wide, my mouth open and my heart raced. I had never felt such things before.