Short: Butterflies
It is a great deal like watching the garden on a summer evening, he decides, as he watches the girl; butterflies alight on the flowers for the briefest moments, their wings carefully fluttering, holding them there for the briefest of moments, caught in the orange light.
She is moving from one guest to another, pausing momentarily, and sometimes she lets a smile come to her lips when they please her; other times she laughs, gently, and softly, before she moves on to the next person, to the next group.
The flickering candle light, to him, only heightens her appearance of ephemeral weakness, just like the butterflies.
He is glad for the dome that secures the garden, and for nets.
She is moving from one guest to another, pausing momentarily, and sometimes she lets a smile come to her lips when they please her; other times she laughs, gently, and softly, before she moves on to the next person, to the next group.
The flickering candle light, to him, only heightens her appearance of ephemeral weakness, just like the butterflies.
He is glad for the dome that secures the garden, and for nets.