Dancing On Roof Tops

It happened on the first day of spring. A blur of a dress, bare feet dancing on roof tiles underneath it. Her eyes twinkled in the moonlight of a fresh starlit sky. Flowers bloomed in her soul, each one growing roots within her. She was entranced, captivated by the warmth of the delicate touch of the stanger's outreached hand. It was at that moment-as odd as it was-that she knew, she was different. Well, more different than she thought.
(Cover photo not mine)