I am only a free spirited bird, but i pass many people of all sizes, ages, and ethnics. One day I might pass by a millionaire clubing in Vegas, and a humble shopkeeper nursing his child to full health. One day I was flying past an apartment complex and saw a young adult in her mid twenties bustling around searching for something. She had a large pad of paper in her hand and was desperately searching her untidy apartment top to bottom. Suddenly she said "Aha!" and happily skipped over to a large easle with a case full of colorful oil pastels. She placed a paper on it and carefully picked a light color of blue and started to artfully stroke the paper daintily, like a dance of colors. She often changed colors, but I couldn't quite see what she was drawing until she was done.
I don't know how long I hovered by the window, but I was mesmerized at what she was doing. When she finally set her last color down and stepped back, I realized it was me! I was right there, hovering above her flower pots. She stepped out of the room with an exhausted expression, and an almost drowsy pace. I studied it carefully, then flew and stretched my wings after a long day.
I have never been drawn before or ever afterwards, but she helped me see the beauty in everything.
