A curious mind.

Five o'clock.

Repeated.

Crouching there, bracing herself.

Gnarly.

He rarely says anything.

She no longer had a beginners mind.

She doesn't know if she'll be able to keep up.

There's little in between.

The wind rocking the boat.

Another way to arrive.

Tilt it this way.

The smell of the wind.

They were breathing the fog.

She pokes around.

Move on.

Her one wild life.

She was naked.

Stop and breathe.

On the sidelines.

Facing southeast, the way of the rising sun.

She's worried about the approaching winter.

It's all in the moment.

She couldn't do it if she didn't feel it.

She always got a little antsy.

She thought to paint them.

She wanted to make him happy.

She was in love in the breathless hold her breath kind of a way.

Cooking.

Do a twist and maybe one of them breaks through.

She kept listening, attempting to interpret.