The Color Wild

She sat, feeling the soft sand between her toes and a cold glass bottle of wine in her palm. Portraits formed by tiny, brilliant dots painted themselves on the black sky.

The edge of the shore glowed a pale light, like the milky way fell from the sky and landed in the water.

She swayed to rhythm of the waves as sounds of mandolins played in her mind. She dropped her bottle and stripped each piece of clothing that clung to her body, tossing them aside.

As she waded deeper and deeper into the water, a sea of bioluminescence consumed her body.

They dripped, like fireflies, from her hair and down her spine. Her naked body drank the salty water as moonlight laced her emerald eyes.

The moment fixed a smile on her face and she shook out her curls knowing wild was her favorite color and her audacious spirit craved adventure.