---The Double---

Resulting piece from the practice before:

She weaves and jumps with full momentum across the stones in the stream, flaunting her girlish charm in her grace. The scene before her spreads wide and chaotic. Evening moths flutter randomly in her headlamp-light and she bites at the air with her hands, shooing the winged ghosts from their delicate scent trail. When she reaches the other side of the water, she leans along a tree trunk and contemplates her unplanned summer; the left corner of her mouth twitches with stories. She folds forward to touch her leg, pokes at an unshaven hair, and takes a moment to adore her carelessness, her freedom in it. Popping upright again, she stretches her arms wide and a laugh explodes from her ribs. As with any day, she believes the best is yet to come.

Personal feedback and realizations:
I didn't describe the person so much as a scene because many of the descriptors from the other people referred to solid objects. That makes for overblown writing. And, in the end, I described myself AGAIN. Great exercise and realization, and great recognition that I need a lot more practice.