She Was Like The Moon
She was difficult to describe. Not because she was plain or unremarkable. In fact, quite the opposite. The fact that she stood out so much, that she was unique, that was what made her almost indefinable. She was tall. Taller than most women and even most men. She had a long neck, broad shoulders, a strong back, with wide-set hips and legs that could have strangled someone, if she wanted to. Her hair was an odd color, somewhere between dirty blond, rusted orange, light brown or auburn and depending on the light, depending on the time of year or time of day or night, the way she wore it, or her mood, it could change color. Her eyes were the same. One moment they appeared blue, the next green, and the next a cold grey, and at a times a storm gathered in them, filling with dark clouds and streaked with lighting. These were the features that made her difficult to define. While her stature could not be ignored, her personality could at times be so reserved and almost meek that one ...