Talk to Fa

It was a New Moon night last summer. I was loading the dishwasher and starting my nightly routine. I heard an owl hooting outside. I stepped onto the balcony but didn’t see the owl. I sat on the patio chair. A lot was on my mind. I’d been feeling a persistent, inexplicable urge to change something in my life. Then I heard the owl again. This time, it sounded really close. I looked up, around, and back, and there he was, standing to the left of me, on top of the rail. He had been there the whole time. He was letting me know by hooting. He looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds. He had such piercing, deep eyes, like the darkness of the night sky. It was as if he knew everything that was about to happen, a major, life-changing shift. Then he flew away.