Black wings

 

 Eternal human desire- to fly, to escape, to see things from different perspective, to feel free, to have finally the space we needed. I'm imagining the world where everyone has its own pair of wings. Someone has butterfly's wings, the other bat's, eagle's... Mine are dragonfly's, glistening, transparent, slender, gently reflecting orange. I keep them in old wardrobe at the attic. Sometimes, when I want to be alone, when I need an inspiration, an advice, a time to think, I take them out, climb a ladder, open small attic window and fly...