Mittens.

She was short and slight of frame, maybe up to my shoulders or chin, and she had long wavy brown hair down to her navel. Pink baseball cap, locks trickle down from underneath, neutral coloured winter jacket with fur around the hood. Little hands mittened, and a short round, shapely face, bushy eyebrows, delicate lashes, and subtle dark eyeliner. Suede boots over her blue jeans, warm and soft, suede, lined with fur.

Her smile was engaging, and the tones of her skin were warm and pleasing, not a hint too saturated, just the right amount of playfulness, elegance and refinement.

Let her hair down, quiet even posture, standing there with me.

Gentle, playful as, The Breeze upon my skin.

Quiet and peaceful, standing there with me.