It's been warm here in Sweden - unusually warm. And humid. So we sleep each night with our windows open. Last week something strange happened. Around 3-4 in the morning I wake up a bit bewildered. Had I heard something? Was there a movement?
I look to my left, over the body of my dear sleeping wife, into the living room and I see something floating in the air, making a strange noise. I rush up to look closer, but there's nothing there. I thought I saw a big dove, but maybe it was just me being half awake, half dreaming. I looked out the window onto the balcony, but nothing there either. I finally fell back to sleep. I wake up the next morning speculating if it was actually something I saw for real. My family didn't really believe me when I told them.
No, there was no message from the dove, and a few days ago Lotta told me she had found some bird droppings by our sideboard. So I guess that settles it – there was a dove in the apartement, it got scared when I woke up and flew away. But I can't stop thinking there's a message for me, and it's out there flapping it's wings, spreading its gospel.