Her playful nature infiltrates every move, a deluge of delight. She works only in binaries, a walking paradox. She is determined to wonder the house aimlessly. She worries about her carelessness. She takes her mischievousness seriously. Something grabs her attention, keeping her unwavering focus for a mere moment and then she moves to the next task. Every second with her is an adventure, for she cannot abide melancholy.
Like a bright light she illuminates the darkness that is boredom. Her presence; a constant reminder that life is good. Her every move so full of grace, as if she planned it in advance. She struts around only because she cannot move in any other way. Every path she takes becomes a parade celebrating her own existence.
Some call her erratic, others fickle, my favorite is unpredictable. An expanse I would gladly drown in.