A hummingbird flew into our home. He flew in through the open door, circled the dining table, paused for a moment and flew out.
My son & I looked at each other. Joy was bursting around our smiles and eyes. The energy was magical, alive – excited. We had been visited, blessed somehow.
Later I as I was sitting on the front porch I thought:
“Was that really a hummingbird?”
and as if in response, suddenly in front of my face, peering – hovering was a hummingbird. The same hummingbird? Does it matter?