[Ariel]: 727.Contest.FiveWordsSept

He watched. Her skirt bloomed with the whoosh of air, swooping and whirling magnificently as she guided the swing back and forth. She was a mere inch away from taking flight like a maverick fairy, the fabric a fragrant rose, warm silken petals the only defense against a cold and vicious world. The wind sang around her in that language reserved for simple joys, where the sun shining and legs pumping where all it took to make a dull day bright. It was a view of paradise.