Her gaze fixed upon an aquamarine light coming from one of the windows on her hall. A brilliant bolt of lightning struck an object close enough to make her breath alive with electricity.
She turned, and it was gone, but the memory of it made her smile as she turned back to the pre-dawn morning and began to sing:
If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops,
oh what a wonderful world it would be!
Two pairs of eyes were watching her, one from the window and one from the forest. The intentions were unknown to both of them.
"Yeah. It seemed pretty real." She didn't know who she was responding to, and the more she thought about it, the less she understood. The intuition was tucked away in the laugh-lines of the sidewalk.