Carefree

I see her, in the distance, wearing an ethereal white gown flowing at the bottom.  Her hair is half pulled back in a tiny braids that meet in the middle, wavy strands of dark blonde tresses lay carelessly upon her shoulders,  She is young, 18 or so with naturally flushed cheeks and the most beautiful brown eyes I have seen.  She is barefoot, running on the beach, and looks lost in time, a vision of yesteryear. She is carefree, it feels finally she is relishing in her youth and wisdom. She is strong, she is wise, the depth of those beautiful brown eyes let me know she has seen more than a young girl her age should have seen, and she is stronger because of this. She is someone I wish I could know, and wish I could  help her make it to the other side.