Threshold

Today I noticed that the air was heavy, as though burdened with a secret.

So I listened. I listened as the wind snaked through the trees in a half garbled language of rustling leaves and swaying branches.

But I couldn’t make sense of it.

The crows did. Like gossiping sparrows, they lifted the secret on their wings and delivered it to my doorstep. Their cawing is a song from a different life. One that I’ve forgotten. I’ve forgotten.

The breeze lifts my hair and kisses my neck. A hummingbird flutters by my side. A Crow tilts his head.

And I understand.

You are coming. You are coming.