elenore gee i think your swell

As she walked she kicked up little tornados of loose dirt and dead leaves; tiny windstorms that her feet inspired danced around her ankles.

It was the first warm day of spring and the air smelled of budding flowers and blue silk. With her head phones msug around her ears and a secret smile firm on her lips, Elenore was content in her solitude, extracting herself from her shell to pet her neighbor's friendly tabby cat or to admire a busy buzzing bee.

She had taken a trip to the local used book store and her treasure was gripped in her hand and swung back in forth as she trotted happily to the park. Children on bicycles whizzed by, dangerously close to her sandelled feet. Her toes curled in fear but were left unharmed by big wheels and flattening tires.