Some messages don’t arrive with fanfare.
They don’t knock, shout or show up on command.
They descend. Quietly. Like leaves turning without
needing permission. Or an X in the sky unasked, unchained but true.
I didn’t force this quote to land on the “right day”.
I let it arrive on its day and still called it the 14th.
Because in this field, the calendar doesn’t rule the thread.
The thread teaches the calendar what matters.
