Some mornings in my tower begin quietly.

The coffee hasn’t even cooled yet, the neighborhood is still waking up, and outside my window the sky is already busy telling a story.

This morning started gray.

Heavy clouds were sliding north across the sky like they had somewhere important to be. The crows and seagulls were out there riding the wind, flying fast and low, not landing anywhere long enough for me to really study them.

It felt like the whole sky was in motion.

Then slowly… the curtain opened.

A little blue showed up.

Then sunlight touched the very top of the tall tree outside my window.

Just the top at first… like the day was testing whether it wanted to stay.

Within minutes the whole scene changed.

The dark clouds moved on, the blue sky stretched wider, and the sunlight settled across the buildings and trees like it had been there all along.

And the birds?

They came back.

Two little ones hopped along the wires outside my screen window for a moment, then took off again like tiny messengers moving through the morning air.

Watching the sky from my tower reminds me of something simple:

Everything moves.

Everything shifts.

Even the heavy clouds.

Sometimes all you have to do is sit still long enough to watch the sky change.

— Lady Flava