Out of the Box

Rakia felt the weight of Talyssa's words settle over her, a mantle of responsibility and potential. The chill in the air seemed to pierce her to her core, its icy fingers threading through her thoughts and filling them with an ethereal clarity. She turned her gaze skyward, where the bare branches of the willow scratched the belly of the overcast sky. The limbs seemed to grasp at the clouded ether, a desperate and futile attempt to seize control over the canvas of grey. The tree, so stark against the heavy clouds, pierced her understanding like an arrowhead: she had to be like this willow, striving for more even if the odds seemed insurmountable, reaching out into the unknown even if success was not guaranteed. A sense of purpose washed over her, filling her with a resolve she hadn't felt in ages. She nodded to herself, resolving to never hesitate to offer a creative solution to a problem. To question the accepted.

"Rakia Perreau"