Springer's Journey

noticed something today.
Not the rain.
Not the wind.
Not even the way the ground decides where the water goes.
Something quieter.
Someone is listening.
There’s a person out there—maybe with a cup of coffee, maybe sitting somewhere they didn’t expect to be—who chose to follow along with these small moments I’ve been sharing.
I don’t know who you are.
But I want you to know this:
You’re welcome here.
This space isn’t about having answers. It’s about paying attention.
To the sound of rain on a tarp.
To the way a tent shifts two feet and changes everything.
To the quiet decisions that don’t look like much—but are.
And also…
To the moment you realize your “secure” tarp is about to take off like a kite, so now you’re outside in the wind, clipping it down with clothespins over zip ties like—
ARE YOU SERIOUS??!! 😂
Because apparently, this is also part of the conversation.
If you’re here, you’re part of that now.
So thank you… for noticing with me.
—L