Bare Foot Magnetism

On a walk to an opening protest of a famous activists festival in the rivers of the north, a man suddenly feels the urge to call out into space.

Like two birds flying in the sky, two women turn their heads, and the man is immediately magnetised towards one of them.

There is an immediate fusion, as the couple drop into authentic, natural, introductions, filled with many elements of intrigue.

Her feet are bare, and her connection with natures are proudly on display to see.

They continue their interaction, until she mysteriously drifts away into the distance, leaving behind raised eyebrows from her sway.

Damn, what was her name... Ais, Ashi, Asha..?

The moment hung in the body for days, as a magical festival unfolded, filled with all the ups and downs expected of a place at the centre of a vortex, during a time the world was being completely overhauled, about the smash out of its crippling shell, and into new eras of wonder, magic, light, and colour.

The events had taken a toll on the man. Pulled in every direction until he could no longer move, speak, or even think.

Completely stuck at an oasis for what felt like eternity, there she appeared again.

At first, on his right.

Then, in front of him.

So very close. Just a few steps.

But so very very far away...

Paralysed, there was no way to get to her.

But somehow, he managed a step.

Then another.

'don't look too weird'...

He found himself next to her.

Afraid nothing would come out of his mouth, something coherent projected into the air.

Her eyes lit up.

A moment.

They exchange stories.

A welling of... Something...

This is all they've got for now...

She leaves a simple message in the air...

'follow the music...'

As with forever, new songs start to be written...