Some days it was like watching cyclone in motion.
She moved through her world with the speed that make the fastest car seem slow.
Moving through her day, was a challenge some days.
The days she slowed down, she seemed to move in slow motion.
Days came and went. Nights seemed to linger , some nights, they took forever.
Her methods varied greatly ,
The things she did in a day seemed impossible to mere mortals.
Sometimes coy and discrete, Most times honest and direct.
She moved at her own chosen speed.
Graceful was her style,