The young boy had brown hair and a sad look. He twirled his hand, and a flower danced in the air. I walked the hill and straightened my dress.
“That’s beautiful,” I said. The boy smiled at me.
“Can you make them dance for me?” I said.
He waved his hands and the flowers on the hill sprang into the air. I twirled around a few times before sitting down next to him, dizzy. I kissed him on his cheek.
“Thank you,” I said. “Can you teach me?”
“Of course,” he said. “All dead people can do it.”