The world slows down in her presence without need for permission. Noise turns into background music. Time itself appears to be gracious enough not to hurry. The way she is seems to make everything lighter, less urgent.
Silence in her presence is not unpleasant. It exhales. Words don't have to battle for room. A short look contains sentences. Laughs come naturally, not compelled or rehearsed.
Not because they go but because point of view shifts. Her presence is like darkness that's under a sunny afternoon. Like water after a lengthy hike. Consistent. Gentle. Secure.
With her, you recall who you are free from performance. No acting.