“The Blue Room” – Creative Nonfiction by Cate Touryan The crash jolts me from my desk, the thwack and rattle of glass. A bird has collided with the window, perhaps a robin or mourning dove. I scan the balcony, the tree tops, the yard below. On the window, tufts of feathers quiver. I see . . . This content is exclusive to members of Cate’s Crew. To get the password, please subscribe to Cate’s Quarterly and check your email. Password: