It’s always a bit funny when someone online recognizes you on the street. Β Then later I’ll get a Mssg saying Hey! I saw you! You have such a distinct face! They usually stare at you for a good long while. It’s happened a couple of times this week. Β I’ve been experiencing a lot of synchrocities lately. I feel like that happens when you’re headed in the right direction. Everything was a struggle for a minute and then it turned golden. 🌟 I’m grateful, though. I never take my life and all the opportunities I have for granted. πŸ™πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ™‡πŸ»β€β™€οΈ


When the train stops, the woman said, you must get on it. But how will I
know, the child asked, it is the right train? It will be the right train, said the
woman, because it is the right time. A train approached the station; clouds
of grayish smoke streamed from the chimney. How terrified I am, the child
thinks, clutching the yellow tulips she will give to her grandmother. Her hair
has been tightly braided to withstand the journey. Then, without a word,
she gets on the train, from which a strange sound comes, not in a language
like the one she speaks, something more like a moan or a cry.

-Louise Gluck, Faithful & Virtuous Night