Morning light was cast to shadow by the fluidity of her steps. Who was this? A Spectre? A woman? No, it was a girl. A girl she might have been, though her presence was too profound to be just some little girl.
When I looked at her I noted no imperfections, though I knew I had often seen many in her being before. Her imperfections weren't absent, now that I recall, just unimportant. She was an eclipse, so much to see in one moment and no way to without getting hurt.
As she passed me on the path, I thought to look back at her again, but I knew her enchantment would be gone, so I passed without a word to the eclipse, fearing and hoping she'd be just as rare.