Shivers began to run through me from head to toe. Behind closed eyes I saw my mother as she is when she appears to me, in her drab old persons clothes, her face hidden. 'Come to me!' I whispered. But she wold not. Stretching out her arms as a coasting hawk does, my mother began to ascend into the sky. Higher and higer she rose above me. She reached the layer of clouds, pierced it, soared on. With each mile she ascended she became younger. Her hair grew dark again, her skin fresh. The old clothes fell from her like dry leaves, revealing her blue dress with the feather in the button hole that she wears in my earliest memory of her, from the time when the world was young and all things were possible.
Quotation from: Age of Iron by J.M. Coetzee
