the femininity of winter (bird)

bird did end up joining her on her journey they would spend the days walking(hopping) he would teach her what berries would be safe to eat she would read to him from some of the books found in her suitcase. "femininity how did you end up here" " my eyes opened and i found myself on these snowy hills with this suitcase of pretty things and a whispering voice in my head saying" go find love". sometimes they would not talk at all just hum together and other times she would ask bird to sing. "bird what is love" bird flopped to the ground and shook all the snow of his wings and said" that is a big question and the answer dear femininity is complex" "oh please try" " well it is many things, like how the berries love the sun, how the fox takes care of her young, it is the way a musician holds his instrument and how you feel when you hear it played. it is kind, passionate but can also be powerful and intense it could be forever or it could fade. sometimes it feels like nothing before and other times it could feel familiar and it is often felt by two living things, a child a father, a brother a sister, a teacher a student, a friend and of course two individuals who feel the exact same for each other". femininity stayed quiet for a while as if she was creating pictures of the things bird had talked about. "bird why must i find it" "well i wondered why that voice tells you so, sometimes dear femininity is better to love than to be loved and perhaps that is why, but secretly i say it is nice to be loved as well.

She knew her time with bird was coming to close she felt it. as her eyes opened and stared into the dusk she new bird had gone he had let her know it was time for him to return to his one true love. as her eyes began to focus she came across a set of wings, bird had made her and told her when she did find love to fly. femininity knew she would not be in a hurry to find this love for she knew something so magical could never be rushed..