Levity, it would be. Levity and lust; being light as a feather, as an autumn leaf; being sensitive and sensual — rather than sensible. Being in constant love and infatuation with all the world around, and falling with people now and again, with a hundred of them at a time; living amongst the miraculous, the fantastic, the shiny. Never staying for long in any point of the life; changing towns, and people, and myself, being rich today and starving tomorrow, but never ever minding such trivial things.
Meeting people easily, and easily parting with them, never ever belonging to anyone, but loving shinily and vehemently, and being loved and adorable.
Sometimes I want to be the wind.