Despite the storms she weathered she remained surprisingly youthful. Her full and firm body, strong and (in summer) tanned legs decorated her aching soul. There was so much that strained and pulled at her heart over the years; seemingly too much for such a small frame.
Yet, she was strong. No amount of disappointment and betrayal could keep her spirit down. It was only just rising to the surface, gently waking up to the possibility of freedom and adventure that laid ahead. It was a quiet revolution. Although little could be seen from the outside, she felt alive within, the scared pigeon morphing into a swift swallow.
