My little sister told me a lovely story about the freedom of birds. She said she had had a conversation with someone who had expressed the need to have time to themselves, and ‘spread their wings’. Whilst riding back on the train a short while after, my sister thought about how that applied to her life, and how perhaps it was her time to exercise her freedom and spread her wings…. she looked out the window in that instant, the sky was a perfect orange with not a cloud in sight, except that of a perfectly formed bird, in full flight, the span of its wings fully extended.
This story struck me so much that I decided to reproduce what I imagined that bird looked, and felt like for her. Sometimes for a little inspiration, you just need to look out to the sky.