Good morning my friend, he says, sounding happy and full of energy. I don’t respond, but nod my head in acknowledgement.

It’s sunny and the wind is light, fishing is easy, he continues, looking cheerful. I don’t feel jolly or see anything exceptionally bright in this situation. It’s just a normal Monday morning with the whole work week ahead. Lots of fishing to put food on the table, many mouths to feed, nest to repair.

Still waiting for my response, he moves closer and whispers in my ear: Don’t you worry about tomorrow, you have today and that’s all you’ll need. Think about it, he says smiling, you have the gift of this day, use it well my friend.

Then he taps me lightly on my wing, smiles again, and walks away.