I have heard that seeing a hummingbird sitting still is good luck. Like an encounter with a resting angel.
So this morning, when I pulled back the curtains and saw the tiniest little bird crouched on the phone lines I paused and breathed.
That little guy looked exhausted. Or maybe that was just me. Either way, we looked at each other. Time paused.
It was barely noticeable but I saw the slight nod of his head, letting me know that it was time, for both of us, to move on.