Day 13 – Omen

There’s a certain hush when the world holds its breath just before twilight, when the sky melts from pale blue to ink and the trees begin whispering stories. Tonight, a raven perched on the lightning-twisted branches of the old pine by the ridge. Black as midnight, sharp as memory. He didn’t caw. He didn’t move. He just watched.

The moon hung low behind him like a silver ring, the mountains layered in soft blues – dreamlike, distant. The forest below fanned out like a quiet army of evergreens, all listening alongside me. The air felt charged, like a page about to turn.

Some folks say a raven at dusk is a warning. Others say it’s a messenger. Me? I think he’s a reminder. That change has claws and feathers. That endings perch silently, but beginnings do too. An omen doesn’t have to be doom – it can also be good fortune.

He stayed until the last light slipped away, then lifted off like a shadow remembering how to fly. The branch trembled, but the sky opened. I watched him go and felt, strangely… ready.

Maybe the forest knows: sometimes the darkest silhouettes carry the brightest truths.

#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 #omen #mdc25d13 #raven #digitalmarkers #doodle #roanokeva