There was a mystic kind of electricity that filled the air that afternoon. She tried to focus in on the feeling, letting it soak through her skin and penetrate the deepest points of her soul. It was a feeling of light, love and appreciation of the moment. The ground was dry beneath her feet and her steps crunched lightly over the small, thin leaves that littered the ground. She could see the sun filtering through the Indian willows and her left ear caught the sound of a bird lightly wallowing on surface of the lake. A peacock call echoed through the forest, sending a delightful shiver through her. Then she saw him. A prince, dancing in the sunlight. His clothes caught the brilliance of the light and dazzled her eyes in waves as he spun. She was captivated. The electricity picked up in the air, moving through the forest and wrapping itself around her, locking her inside a beautifully hidden world, something the she knew no one would ever understand.