The Day at the Art Festival

For a second, my eyes wonder out to the sky, the only thing visible around her. What caught my attention, what am I looking for? Why am I seeing this strange similarity between her eyes and the odd effect in clouds as they slice through sun's rays, dimming the world up and down. It is so powerful that I can almost hear my pupils dilating, irritating my vision, too real to be called a vision. Questions quickly loop through my mind, how is she doing this, why is she doing this? Racing with the speed of the moving clouds, her eye focus changes as she senses my disparate attempt to look inside of her when she suddenly becomes transparent. She is shading my view but I can still see sun's rays shooting down as if they were coming from thousand lighthouses scattered across the sky. For a moment, I observe as one of those beams flashes trough her as if was coming from her, imprinting the outline of her beauty in my mind, soft and shinier than the light itself.
I open my eyes, she is still standing next to me. Her charming odor slowly surrounds me, paralyzing my thoughts, numbing my wounds. I can't resist the beauty that overpowers me and I can't stop looking in her flamboyant eyes. I see her lips move but I only hear the evening breeze in the trees near by. Out of the corner of my eye I start to see the fabric of time freezing and fading out into nothingness. She looks down as she tries to shield her eyes from the sunset's golden rays without realizing that her aura overpowers them.
Moments later, it happened. There she was, frozen in time yet her hair still dancing in the gentle breeze and her eyes still sparkling her blinding beauty.That unforgettable image, that beautiful face looking down with her eyes-half closed, that gentle modest smile, so gentle and calm that it looks as if there was an angel whispering something in her ear. Should I approach her again, knowing that it would only trigger that crumbling feeling she is trying to hide, that saturated feeling she is trying to avoid? Strange sense of doubt rises inside me, telling me that this time it would not hurt her, that maybe for that moment it would make her forget the scars from her past she unsuccessfully hides. In the middle of my mindless debate I begin to notice a glass shield forming around her as if it was a guardian angel that overcomes her transparency. I'm approaching without thinking, ignoring the pain that rips my skin as if I was passing through a field of thorns. I find myself walking, still hypnotized by her charming odor that slowly surrounds me, paralyzing my thoughts, numbing my wounds.