Here With Me (Marshmello feat. CHVRCHES)

It was 5:20 and quiet this morning as I paused outside the open garage door to give thanks for all I have (a ritual developed in the years driving to Lansing). It’s a prayer of sorts, palms together under my chin, eyes skyward. Standing there, I heard an owl hooting to my left, from a nearby backyard. That was surprising enough, a first, but then I heard another owl answer from Miller Woods. I’ll take it as a good omen as I fly out today on my last trip to Gaithersburg.