OffGrid

I don't remember writing these numbers. But they were on my window this morning, traced in the dust.

I had a visitor while I was at the creek. They didn't take anything. They left something.

Some mornings the coffee grounds look like faces. Today they looked like a warning.

Nature has patterns. But some patterns feel like messages.

It's time to connect the dots. Here's everything I've learned, and what I think it means.

I've driven this route 47 times. Today, a road was there that wasn't there before.

I've trusted this compass for 15 years. Today it told me north was east.