She isn’t under it, she is surrounded by it. Nothing is random, everything slides and glides perfectly. She doesn’t know the title, the ending, the mechanics. She just moves, she just grooves with great abandon. The wild spirits, the shooting stars, the white wolves, the herbs and the ferns are her tribe. Yes isn’t half a world away. She closed her eyes happily, she dreamed of dreams courageously. Yesses slide and glide perfectly.