
09/16/2025
When the skyline crumbles, survivors perch higher.
That macaw doesn’t care that the world below is broken. It grips steel with the same determination we cling to when everything feels like it’s falling apart. It’s defiance in feathers - bright, loud, and unshakable.
Sometimes resilience doesn’t roar. Sometimes it just waits. It perches quietly while chaos passes, knowing the wind will shift and the chance to fly again will come.
Strength is color against the grey.