Gloom

Some time ago as I sat at dawn over coffee one wintry morning, I was deeply troubled with a nagging concern. As the sun started to rise a tiny Chickadee flew up to my window and sat quietly looking at me as if to say he understood my gloom. I smiled in appreciation and began to feel better. It seemed he wanted to be sure because he stayed with me as if he had nothing more important to do. And I began to feel that everything would be alright.