She lives from her hips, the spaces she inhabits fill from there--gumption, zest, and a way of being that soothes like a petal bath. Half lush island, half dense city, she circles them both, coaxing onlookers into flight.
I am one of many, embarking on this experiment. The idea is to write a short piece of poetic prose about 365 people I have encountered in my life, one entry per day for a year, using approximately the number of words, matching my age. I've stopped, then resumed, but I am resolved to take this to the finish line.