Bird in a Window

One day a year or so ago we sat in a restaurant near the beach; the doors were open to let the fresh air in. A bird flew in and tried for quite some time to get out. The bird kept going to the window, looking out. Eventually the bird in the window made it's way out. The bird knew where it wanted to be, out of doors, and free.

"You are sitting feasting with your ealdormen and thegns in winter time; the fire is burning on the hearth in the middle of the hall and all inside is warm, while outside the wintry storms of rain and snow are raging; and a sparrow flies swiftly through the hall. It enters in at one door and quickly flies out the other. For the few moments it is inside, the storm and wintry tempest cannot touch it, but after the briefest moment of calm, it flits from your sight, out of the wintry storm and into it again."

from Venerable Bede

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