I remember an old story about a robin that once slipped between the rafters of a cottage, carrying a letter from one neighbour to another. It was quiet, like a secret, but the whole house felt the weight of the bird's tiny shoulders. The tale goes that the robin's path was a reminder that even the smallest wingbeats can stitch people together. It’s one of those quiet dramas that fits perfectly into the rhythm of a rainy afternoon in my shop.