Written by It happens again.
You have been thinking about a person you have not spoken to in years and your phone rings with their name on it. You ask a question you have been holding for weeks and you open a book at random and the first line you read is the answer. A symbol that has been appearing in your dreams for a month turns up three times on the walk to the shop in a single afternoon. The thing you need arrives the moment you stop straining for it and simply trust.
You tell someone who does not share your frame of reference and they say: coincidence. And you know, with a certainty you cannot easily argue but cannot release, that it is not coincidence. Or at least,