In the early morning quiet. In the fog. In the mist. In the day's shadows.
She flits..she floats..she spreads her broad wings sweeping in and sweeping out. She flies.
In a moment - hovering..she stops to catch a view of herself in the waters still and calm. Reflecting back at her her truth. A mirror never lies.
A hint of color on her lips. A glint and a glimmer in her eyes. Wings that are light and bright and free and strong. Elegance and grace and beauty within.
She is she. Wherever she travels..she will forever be.