Apollo approached her, as silently as the dawn. Her beauty, even from a distance, even when she wasn't facing him, was incomparable, and the way the light touched her hair, and the way the wind play with her dress, and the music of her body as she sighed all combined into a picture that moved him, deeply.
He looped his warm, strong arms around her waist, slow, so as not to startle her, looking out toward the rising sun with her. "My lovely muse," he said. "How you've kept me running, all night."