His room was small, cramped.
Just enough gap between the furniture to navigate to the door.
He smiled. “Sorry, I know I have too much furniture”.
“I would love to have a bigger room, and some outside space”.
“Maybe not a garden, perhaps a large patio where I could sit outside”.
“I would love to spend time outside, in nature”.
“Yes, I know I wouldn’t be able to see it. But I could sense the space”.
I handed him his long white stick after we helped him stand up.