There is a blue jay sitting on the fence. My heart lifts up with its wings as it flutters to the scrubby grass. It cocks its head and glares at me as if to say, "I'm boss here, not you." From behind the window I stare, face pressing close to the glass. I linger there for a moment, until a harsh, obtrusive voice calls me away. I am almost gone, but I allow myself one last glance out the window at the unfolding landscape before me and to savor the sight of the glowing, morning light resting on the blue jay's wings. It flies away then, and where it goes no-one will ever know. I long to fly away with it, to be freed from all cares and worries. For a moment, I let myself dream. Then, the dream is gone, and I leave.