Jan 18, 2020
There's a bird. It's a quite nondescript grey colour. It's accustomed not to moving too quickly, not to draw attention to itself for fear of being beaten. It wishes it could be in a cage but sooner or later, slowly, day by day, its wings grow very strong and if you were to look very closely, you would see brilliant scarlet feathers hidden under its drab wings. Until one day, it's grown so confident that it flaps its red wings and flies straight upwards into the sky and those lucky enough to catch it in flight think they have caught a glimpse of a firebird. JANE EYRE (2006)
