Edit 18: Resilience Still Sings
A quiet winter morning, a watchful eye, and resilience.
After a week of watching and preparing, the storm finally came — snow and ice now rests on the ground, and thankfully, in our neighborhood, nowhere else.
In the hush of this morning, when everything was still still, I spent my time sipping coffee and watching the birds. Camera in hand I observed their movements, watched them fly from tree to ground, small and determined. They fluttered across the grass, darting between snow-dusted bushes, feathers fluffed as they searched for food and warmth.
It was an unremarkable moment — birds doing what they do — but while editing the photos I realized…it really wasn't.
There was something very affirming in watching life persist through a harsh moment in time. Maybe you feel like you’re caught in one. I know sometimes I do. Thankfully this morning gave me something unexpected: a reminder that even when the world feels scary and uncertain, small resilience still sings. And that’s important to remember.
I’m holding onto that today.
