|photo by Tim Street|
After living 15 years next door to the Sytsmas, I've come to view robin sightings in winter as a harbinger. There, against the Illinois snow, they were a harbinger of spring. Whenever one was spotted, ice cream was dessert after dinner, a promise of being warm again.
So today, I couldn't help but see those birds as a harbinger of a different kind. A harbinger of change.
I will work my final shift at Starbucks on Thursday, Jan. 28. Eight years and four months of, "What can I get started for you?" and "How can I serve you?"
I'll share more about the end and what I know about what's coming next week.