Perched woman with periwinkle wings

A middle aged woman just flew up to my second story window and perched on the small balcony. Her plumage was as impressive as her wing-span. A dark-toned periwinkle with dark smoky gray and white trim and pale mauve accents around her face. She seemed to be staring off at a tree. As I tapped gently on the window, hoping not to startle her but rather to catch her gaze, she smiled and nodded her head at me, letting me know that she might welcome my company, briefly. I slid open the balcony door, having just poured a tall glass of hibiscus tea, offering the glass with an outstretched hand. She accepted with another nod and offering her outstretched hand to receive. As she took small sips, we discussed all matter of flight–flights of joy and fancy, flights of acrobatics and skill, flights of whimsy and beauty, flights of fear and rage. But my favorite of all were the flights of courage and atonement. And then she flew away.

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Author’s Note: Sometimes a fictitious depiction of a tale, as in a parable or folk story, can convey imagery and thoughts in a way that is easier to connect than a lesson or facts. What does this story convey to you? The open-ended, whimsical and fantasy-like nature of this tale allows audiences to project into and out from the story–encouraging them to weave their own stories into the tale to give it meaning.

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