Memory of flight

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

Sounds familiar? It's Pink Floyd, kids!

This piece is somewhat connected with this picture: [link] - but shows a bit different stage of Annush's life, when her wings are already gone and all that remains is phantom pains, two ugly scars and intolerable sadness when seeing others fly.

Oh, to be honest, it was nothing but a sky/water excercise, and Annush doesn't seem to fit the composition, but who would fave a picture without a wolfy in it?