When I felt the ice hit my face, I knew what he had felt.
When I watched undulating purple clouds begin to funnel, I knew his day had come.
When the zephyr from the birds ruffled my hair as they exasperated from the dirt, I knew that he could finally rest.
Hospital beds are but cages for those with the will to live.
If held captive long enough, the caged bird will discontinue song.
