Aubrey sat by the window, a cup of steaming tea cradled in her hands, as a soft winter wind rustled the trees in her garden. The world was hushed in a blanket of snow, and Aubrey had been waiting patiently for this moment. A tiny, slate-gray junco, with a dash of white on its tail, fluttered down to the garden’s edge. Its delicate presence brought a smile to her face, a symbol of hope amidst the frosty stillness. Aubrey marveled at the first junco of the season.