It has been a week now that I've been paying homage to this little soul left to rest on the window sill of 557 Broadway. A life taken all too soon by our modern hands. Was the brilliant azure sky mirrored on the pane? An illusion of freedom and openness? What a shock, the fatal surprise of closure, an impenetrable end. Death in a breath.
As I look closely what remains still are citron plumes stirring gently in the breeze, beak slightly ajar, talons curled and pearly white. A left over casing to remind us of our fragility and the imminent fate that awaits us all.
“Know that joy is rarer, more difficult, and more beautiful than sadness. Once you make this all-important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.”
― André Gide