The Bird Lady

A silhouette shrouded in black stands out on this spring morning. Flowing hair, ebony eyes tell the story of a distant, mysterious horizon, a soul that has known only the heights.

Yet upon the asphalt, she is elegance in exile. Her hands, strangely joined like the folded wings of a great bird, betray an imprisoned grace. Not made for cosmic sorrow or the globe's heavy sign, her majesty, upon terra firma, becomes a fragile beauty.

Inspiration: L'Albatros by Baudelaire