Birdie Wainwright, seventy-two, isn't concerned about seeing things that others can't. For a woman who still climbs mountains and likes to tango, the impractical visions brought on by macular degeneration are just another gift from God, adding more adventure to life. A splash of purple flowers on the sidewalk or mountainsides of edelweiss are welcome diversions from the fog that covers her vision. Then one day she sidesteps an imaginary boulder and tumbles down the stairs. The bad news; A broken ankle. The worse news; She must convalesce at her son's home under the sharp eye of her daughter-in-law. And that's when Birdie's imagination really takes flight.