Seven Striders

Seven Striders – A Morning Omen

Date: [Undated — early 2024]

Location: My driveway, before work

Weather: Still, quiet, early morning

Mood: Exhausted… but searching for a sign

I sat in my car, alone, barely awake.

The world was heavy.

But then I looked left… and they were there.

Seven crows.

Walking slowly across the front yard, not a sound.

Not begging, not flustered.

Just present.

I watched, held by their stillness.

The number struck me—seven—and something deep within whispered:

This is a blessing.

I gave them a small snack.

A humble offering, from my tired heart.

And though I had no words for it at the time,

I knew:

This was a turning point. I was not alone anymore.