Trapped.

There is a fly trapped in the apartment. He is erratically plunging his small black frame into the glass, buzzing wildly in desperation. My first reaction was an annoyed glance toward the window. But now it's sympathy. He's trapped here and he knows that what's beyond that glass door is fresher air and something full of more promise and hope. It's probably more dangerous out there, what with car windshields and all, but he wants to take that chance...he needs to. He's longing for a better existence.

I just let him out.