Lou Lou's Story
Lou Lou, I dreamt of you. Dancing solo in the lamp lit snow, your sparkling sorbet blooms were softly aglow. Each graceful jete, artfully plie, and perfect pirouette, painted the snow. Your tutu’s raspberry tulle formed circles, painting glittering blossoms in a mix of pinks and purples. Each delicate flower was carefully spun, and then trimmed with gold and green leaves one by one, until your dance and the pattern was done. What was left on the winter white was a resplendent sight, twinkling in the city of lights.