She lay in her wheelchair bed staring into the nursing home aviary. The birds hopped and fluttered, not flew, in a glass aviary. Both it seemed encased and held. I watched her eyes grow soft. I watched them as they watched her. And for a moment, perhaps for eternity, they all flew with wings of freedom in a vast sky I could only imagine. “The question is not what you look at, but what you see.”~ Henry David Thoreau. Or one could say, the question is not what you look like or where you are, but what you see…..