Its cold outside. A freezing little bird peers in to the big, steel gymnasium through an open window. It's not an inviting room with its steel beams, bare walls and concrete floor, but would be shelter from the shivering cold. She hops with tiny little hesitant hops to the inside sill, looking for a safe refuge. There are windows all around, but somehow they got closed behind her. She doesn't want to be there . . . feels trapped, panicked, and longs to be back outside, flying free. But after a while the warm cell becomes more comfortable. The steel rafters are a perch where she can admire the beauty outside. She longs for her freedom and the cool clean air, but she has become accustomed to her new home and familiar with the surroundings. A stranger, or maybe a friend, finds her and opens a window, allowing her the freedom she has longed for. But once that freedom is attainable, the little bird hesitates to leave the place she has come to know and trust. . . the place that keeps her safe from the cold and dangers of the outside world that she so longed for. Why can't she leave?
