We ask for signs when we're lost.
Sometimes they arrive when we've forgotten to ask.
Three days in a row.
The same wedge-tailed eagle circling above my head.
Not passing through.
Circling.
Watching.
You spend so long wondering if you're on the right path.
If the next step is the wrong one.
If you've drifted too far from where you belong.
Then something ancient circles overhead and you remember.
The path was written before you took your first step.
You were always protected.
You just forgot to look up.
