She danced in the forest as the sun glittered between the trees. Patches of snow mingled with green moss, the rushing stream in the distance. She felt timid at first, unsure how to move, wanting to be elegant, yet unable to let herself go. She was still a little stiff, but the yearning to dance, to express herself, her power, was burning inside of her.
Her eyes flickered nervously to the snowy path, worried someone would walk up on her, afraid to be seen. Silly, she had never seen a soul walk these woods as the same time as her.
She swayed, she moved beneath the treetops and a clear blue sky. The wind increased as she danced. The sun throwing specks of gold all around her.
There was no music of course, except for the stream, the wind. In a book she had once read about dancing to the tune of the world. It had touched something inside of her. She tried to sense it, feel the energies around her.
In her mind she dreamed of a long forest green dress, of a long forgotten past. She fell into a stance with her arms reaching towards the sky, her legs far apart, calling upon Father Sky and Mother Earth. Asking for strength and protection, feeling the glow of the witch inside her…