You were young, in your early twenties. Late teens. Just an adult. So was Johanna. You’ve never been to London before though

Walking through a richer street you see a beautiful woman doing handwork. Sitting by her window as her bird suddenly began chirping

She looked up from her work a moment. At the bird while you were sitting on a bench

“Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird. How is it you sing?” She began. You heard and looked up from your map. Seeing her

“How can you jubilate? Sitting in cages. Never taking wing?”