The marsh still wrapped in a damp dawn, she has just extricated her wings and now she opens them, shaking, watching them against the light, surprised and grateful. She has four: two in the front, developed and strong, and two behind, weak but complete. She doesn’t know she’s an ordinary flyer. She spreads her wings and goes up, full of longing, of hope, of promise. She’s young and strong, and she has a whole life ahead.