As they spun, they threw their heads back. Her honeyed hair and her rose skirt floated behind her. His enchanted laugh sounded distant filtered through the glass. Every few seconds they spun near enough to leave nothing between them and us, and his laugh was clear and close. Then they kept spinning, and he went away again, and his laugh sounded as far as another planet. That laugh was a lighthouse beam, illuminating me and then leaving me unseen in alternating seconds.
