I'm sitting at my kitchen bar looking outside through the glass. It's sunny and beautiful. The breeze is blowing the leaves on the plants. I can't hear them, but I'm sure the birds are singing in the Natchez craep outside the window of the reading room.

I'm inside, behind the glass of the window. I can't hear or feel it. I can't experience it. Just see it.

It feels a lot like I feel now. Inside, behind the glass - looking, seeing, feeling nothing.

I don't want to stay like this!

I want to feel the breeze on my skin, and the sun on my face. I want to smell the grass and hear the birds.