Just some character sketches and random brain spurts. Critique, pick your favorite, and tell me if an image just doesn't work… You know what to do.

Morning Lope
Her arms are slender and pale, twin swan necks bending in a fluid arc and kissing above her tilted head. Russet tendrils stream back as she lifts her face. Her eyes are two dropped pennies flashing in the sand. I pick one up and buy an ice cream at the boardwalk, comparing the strawberry swirl to her pursed lips. She jogs away.