To say 2022 is a roller-coaster year is an understatement as far as my fortunes are concerned - redundancy at work, new cat rescue & adoption, moving to a new place, getting long COVID and being sick for a quarter of the year. I was musing and mulling over thoughts of how to stay afloat until the new year and a new employment (windfall?) manifests itself when I saw a dove linger on the balcony opposite to mine.
I miss my avian friends I used to feed daily in my former abode and it's rather strange that being 30 storeys up meant I see very few perching birds. A sign from above? A foreboding of better things to come? A reassurance from the mystical dimension?
