I can feel almost exactly what is under her see-through shield and it is Everything.
It is green grass shredded by bike tires and bails.
It is surf-ridden Ocean spray and it's rainbow.
It is summer; it is winter avalanche silence.
It is airplanes taking off in exploration, anticipation, adventure.
It is tea or jack daniels, quiet on the porch or loud in a party respectively usually.
And yet nothing is usual except for Everything.
I smell campfire and dirty jeans, and the quiet that comes between the words.
I hear beautiful humility and acceptance of the rawness of one's beauty and nature.
Reflecting each other, like the jewels on Indra's net, she reflects the light, the shadows, my Wholeness back to me.