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This past month, a mourning dove has visited our balcony twice. She would sit there for a minute, coo a couple times while looking right at me, and then leave.

This has coincided with one of the hardest periods for me in the past couple years. I was left feeling anxious, feeling like I was left waiting on so many things. Maybe it's silly, but the dove's visit felt important to me. Like she was God or the universe or something coming to tell me that things would be all right.

I looked up what mourning doves like to eat. I got a little platform and sunflower seeds for her. I want to see my friend again and thank her for sending me a message. It will be all right.