Storm? What Storm
This tiny feathery warrior looked at a full-blown forest windstorm and said, “Nah, I brought my emotional support umbrella.” One eye closed like it’s calculating life decisions, the other wide open like it just remembered it left the stove on. The wind is trying to relocate it to another zip code, the umbrella is seconds away from filing for divorce, and yet… it stands there. Unbothered. Slightly offended. Probably judging you.