Strawberry hair and a feminine face. As she speaks I watch her profile. I’m drawn in by the movement of her mouth as she forms the words. In a vague way, a removed way, the enunciation doesn’t seem to match the movement of her lips. The room is dark with light casting across her locks from above. She’s both lighthearted and serious at the same time. It is sexy. She is measured in her delivery. Her voice evokes something from within. Almost childlike in a sense yet the words and message she gives me is anything but. It is that voice though, the way in which she delivers the words. Her face. She is both young and carefree and mature and serious. It all comes across at the same time, in the words and facial expressions, body language. It holds my attention. It makes me think about her. And then suddenly, after she makes her case, she is completely lighthearted, the mood and sense changes; jovial, positive and direct. She knows the precariousness. She is a woman living on the edge of life, a woman that knows everything is ephemeral. Strong and independent. She is an intensely beautiful woman.