I Saw the Signs, and Followed Them
Have you ever seen a sign, Dear Reader? One of those harbingers of ‘something’ that makes your hair stand on end, your chest rattle, your index finger point in rude fashion at some thing in the distance?
I am the first person to blurt, “It’s a sign!!” at the slightest thing. It is one of my quirks, my weird eccentricities of character. My ‘let’s get rear ended right now’ moments, because I am likely to stop traffic to hop out and read a random sign, regardless of where I am. They’re there for a reason – to be read and appreciated by SOMEBODY. That somebody might as well be moi.
I like signs. They aren’t always convenient, don’t happen in the best places. They cannot always be appreciated for what they mean. (Those are the best ones, by the way. The ones that make us stop everything, pull off the side of the road where there IS no ‘side of the road.’ The ones that make us go out of our way. Ah. They are REALLY worth it.)
Signs make us take detours, appreciate life, read the moments in front of us. Savor them. They exist for a reason.
(This repost is a sign that Andra is away for a little R&R with friends.)