SPECTRAL vision time. And as always, she was a vision, the magic of dusk, of dreams. As he opened his eyes, she was simply there, across the expanse of clear water glittering beneath the fading light of day. She wore a cloak, a black cloak. Her eyes lifted, and she gazed upon the water. And then she lifted thick lashes and her stunning violet stare fell upon him. And she smiled, her lips curving full and sensually, as she held all of the secrets of twilight and of dreams. He returned her smile, his own eyes half closing lazily with expectant delight. Outside, it was snowing. Beyond the glass enclosure of the misting pool, the weather was raw; blankets of white fell about them, misting all within the glass to combine with twilight and become … Magic. Her eyes lowered again; her secret smile became deeper. Then she spun about, a wealth of chestnut floating about her like a gold-tinged mantle. And as she circled she raised her arms, the black cape opened, and he saw that beneath it she was beautifully and splendidly … naked.
