This morning, before the rain settled in… my visitors came by.

One by one, they showed up like they always do…

perched on the lines… tucked into the cedar… sitting high like they were watching over everything.

I’ve started to recognize their rhythm.

Their presence has become a part of mine.

Some sit still like quiet observers…

some hop from branch to branch like they have somewhere important to be…

and some just come close enough to remind me…

I’m not alone in this space.

Then the rain came.

Not all at once… but steady… building… shifting with the wind until it started tapping against my window.

The cedar began to sway…

the sky turned a deeper gray…

and just like that, my visitors disappeared into their shelter.

But I know they’re still there.

Tucked into the branches… waiting it out… just like I am in my tower.

And I found myself smiling… because I already know…

When the rain softens…

when the wind eases just a little…

They’ll be back.

And I’ll be right here…

watching… waiting… and welcoming them again.

Because these small moments…

these quiet connections…

They’ve become a part of my daily rhythm.

Lady Flava