She stared up into the tree with her camera a minute too long because it finally prompted a man to come over and scoff, “What are you looking at? What do you see worthy of a picture?”

She just shrugged her shoulders and mumbled something about “It looks pretty.” When the truth was she did not want this man to know what she saw – the branches of a tree unfolding like dancers legs during a most incredible and beautiful dance, he would not be able to see it for himself, or so she thought. But she was only partly right, he may not be able to see it today, but maybe tomorrow or the next day when no one was looking and he could come and gaze into a tree for a minute too long.