Her toes skimmed the surface of the glassy green water as she flew over the ocean. In a vertical standing position, it looked like she was floating, except at the speed she was going, it was nearly impossible to tell that she was even there. The only sign that she had left were the ripples in the water that her perfect feet had left.
The rush of the the wind twisted her auburn hair around her face, tangling it. She could taste salt as the ocean sprayed her, making her clothes damp.
Enjoying the feel of the raw water and the fresh sunlight, she glanced upward, noticing what a gorgeous day it was. But of course, it was gorgeous wherever she went. The pleasantness followed her.
She glanced forward again, and, seeing that the dock was within a mile, she slowed a little.
As she arrived at the dock, she came to a stop, and stepped lightly onto the worn creaky wood. Grabbing a brush out of the pocket of her hot pink miniskirt, she quickly dragged it through her hair. She wiped water off herself,