Symbolism

I once met a woman named Claire who kept dreaming of an albatross flying above the sea. Every night, for weeks. She wasn’t a sailor, had never…

One summer afternoon, while walking through a quiet field, I saw a single monarch butterfly floating gently in the wind. Its wings—orange,…

One quiet evening, while walking through the woods, I stopped as a fox crossed my path. It didn’t run. It just looked at me—eyes glowing, tail…

One summer evening, I sat on my porch watching dusk roll in. The sky darkened, the crickets sang, and suddenly—a shadow darted above me. A…

As a child, I remember watching my grandmother hold a tiny pearl between her fingers. Her voice was soft, but her eyes were full of mystery.…

One summer afternoon, Maria was sitting on her porch, mourning the recent loss of her grandmother. As tears welled up in her eyes, a tiny…

Intro: A Feathered Message in the Silence It was a quiet winter morning when Anna first saw the red cardinal outside her window. The world…

One quiet morning, as mist danced over the surface of a still lake, I saw a heron standing completely still on one leg, its tall frame and…

One chilly autumn evening, I was walking home after a long day. The leaves rustled beneath my boots, and the air smelled like woodsmoke.…