There is a strong force field that’s coming between me and those birds flying around outside. I move in to get a better look, and it resists me; a cold hard surface against my furry face. Yes, I know it’s a window, but since it makes me have Yoda ears when I press my head against it, I’m going to pretend it’s a force field instead. And as the great Yoda said, “You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes.” I feel it Yoda, and right now, it’s between me and those birds in the trees. The Force is strong, but I know one day I will conquer it. Or I’ll just sit here and continue gazing through it instead.