I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to find out you’ll be in town the day after I write about you.

The way the young man I just met is taking the same bus home with me. The way the friend who’s been lost forever suddenly shows up, packing your bags in the checkout line.

But I know it’s not a sign. It’s not some cosmic path, just the way things are working out. At least, I think so. My life has been filled with such occurrences, and I’ll be damned if it all doesn’t start to mean something.

See you tomorrow.