Morning regular

Three days now. Same time, same spot on our window ledge. This little robin shows up every morning around seven-thirty, tilts his head at me through the glass like he’s checking in.

Morning regular

I’ve been calling him Henry. Jake thinks I’m losing it from all the late shifts, but there’s something about having a regular visitor that makes the apartment feel less empty when I drag myself home. Yesterday I was so tired I could barely think straight, but seeing Henry perched out there made me smile.

My morning meditation buddy showed up right on schedule.

Started leaving my yoga mat by the window just in case he shows up while I’m stretching. Today he stayed for almost ten minutes, just watching me watch him. Jake caught me mid-stare and now he’s convinced I’m turning into some kind of bird lady.

Honestly? I’ll take it. After twelve hours on my feet dealing with people, Henry’s quiet company is exactly what I need.