






MESA BEACH: By the shore where sea whispers entwine, we dance with the wind, spirits divine. Feet caress the sand, soft as a lover’s touch, while the ocean hums a gentle hush. Breezes weave through hair, a wild embrace, twisting and turning in nature’s grace. Under the twilight sky, where stars glow, we are free and timeless in the wind’s flow.
In the last set, I started to wind dance. In this one, I fully embraced it. I love wind dancing. Taking a piece of fabric and allowing the wind to move me like a dance partner.