Free

The outstretched wings of those birds nameless in the faintly glowed horizon of the shy sky kindles my sudden-awakened imagination to fly high so that from a distance I can map out my place by nurturing the conscience and its tree. The hoisted tri-coloured flag inspires me to give it a try to unleash the feeling, to shout out the cry in that chilly air of January: I’m free…I’m free!