For at least two years I’ve looked at it hanging in the shop window, the stained glass feather, as I passed by walking the dogs. I always stopped to look at it, wishing it were mine. There were several glass feathers hanging, but I liked the green, red, blue and yellow one best. One day it was gone, someone else had taken it home. Other feathers came and went, but none I liked so well. Then it was back, at least another like it, only it seemed brighter, richer. And then the sign went up in the shop window: Closing Sale. A few days ago I bought it for myself and brought it home and hung it in my meditation window. There it speaks to me of Hope.
The Fox at Dawn 