Licking crumbs between high heels and cobblestones, seeing buttery flakes on ankle, her shriek demands his defensive stare.

Eye to eye, his pink tongue retreats behind bared fangs. He holds his hot breath, cringing backwards.

Her sudden smile underlines her offering: wafting smell of croissant. Eyes unlock, echoing clicking disappears.

Sabine Monn, a music and movement educator who grew up in Europe, loves to play with children, especially when she forgets her role as a mother, passionately creating within the flow of now and exchanging with others.