tragicPOPCORNmoment

And eyes like glass laid smooth by the sea, all sharpness taken bit by bit by gentle wave. See how he dances, how he dares the ocean to come play, but she responds only with her billowing sighs. He mocks her then and makes his own fun, teasing her as he snatches the gems from the hem of her skirts. But always in the end, the lady wins, and leaves all men as fools sputtering in her wake.