As the scene opens, the present woman is aged, drifting in and out of dementia. Occasionally, like a sensitive dove, she returns to that phase of her life which had tremendous impact. She steps toward the window, picks on the drapery cord nervously and then looks down at the wooden sill. It becomes her garden swing where she found solace and escape. Married to a great magician, she often found herself trying to forget his influence. Yet, while her body relaxed on the swing, her mind/soul was still flung into his grip.
She saw herself as the white dove he used for magic. Fragile and vulnerable, he used her to perform his art, to magnify his greatness. Yet, despite the soft sounds and hints of timidity, such a bird is reputed to possess, she was clever and knew the power of her own femininity. Though, he could make the bird appear and disappear at will, summon her service and dismiss it when through, she had more control, self-determination, the real power.
As wife and wise thinker, she could decide when she would leave and taunt him with threats of departure, hold him with a false sense of security and keep the man wondering. In the end, she would choose what season and what time was conducive to a final flight.