Anna Karenina

I close my eyes and there she is, of so beautiful and fresh...

Like the early morning sky, painted in myriad colors,

Like the dew on the morning grass, shining like silver pearls,

Like the sound of a soothing song, faint yet distinctly clear,

Brought on by the cool summer breeze, along with the feathers, lifting my soul with ease.

That's the way I perceive the immense beauty of Anna. I see the graceful movement of her body, I see the warm smile on her face, but never the face itself.