And then she remembered... That her loneliness was just the skies longing to be with her. So they broke open to caress her with its tears. That her desires were just the trees outstretched arms, reminding her to whom she belonged. That her eagerness to share herself prevented the sacred experience, of dancing with her own wild heart. That holding her breath until the clouds pass, made her lose sight of the sun shining from within. That the thrill of colliding in the fire with another, diminished the peace of solitude well bloomed. ...so she promised to never again forget the beauty of her own grace.