Wings.
My son is eighteen and he will talk your ear off about wings.
He loves
to describe (and sometimes draw) one type of angel with very specific
wings and then another type of angel with other wings. He'll tell you
the history and reason for the wings. Wings with feathers, wings with skin, wings with talons, wings with mechanical sounds and parts. He'll explain why a dragon would
have one style of wing while a flying dinosaur might have another. He's uninterested, too, in some types of
wings; like birds, planes, and bugs. These wings are all too limiting and real. They don't belong to him. His wings have science and truth that are his own. My son will turn on his music and look far off into himself where, when you ask, he will partly stay in order to better describe the wings. And - most often - he will conclude by telling you the color,
style, and size his wings will one day be.
Because he is absolutely
certain that one day he will invent or discover a way to have wings.
I don't know how, I honestly don't even know why, but I am absolutely certain he will too.
His imagination is cluttered with wings.
I love the way it flies.
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| Wings by Shay Shelton |
Author's Note: A quick thank you to Quirks and Chaos for asking a question on her Facebook page about the often unusual interests some of our friends and family members have. Her question nudged me into sharing this answer.
Her question gave this answer wings, you could say. tee hee!
Hugs, smiles, and love!!
Autism Answers with Tsara Shelton (Facebook)
