Foreboding

You know that feeling you get when you feel something is about to happen? That mix of anxiety, dread, and suspense? I felt that this past Monday. I was out running a few mid-afternoon errands. When I was walking to a particular bus stop, the feeling hit me. It was this sense that I was going to cross paths with a particular person. I have had this feeling before, but I usually chalk it up to wishful thinking. This time however, it was stronger, and I couldn't just shake it. I stood at the stop for a few minutes and when I saw it coming in the distance, there he was. The person that I some sixth sense told me I would see just appeared. At first when I saw him, I thought it was some random guy (he had gotten a haircut sense the last time I saw him some weeks before). It wasn't until our eyes locked that I realized it was him. If that wasn't surprising enough, he actually took off his head phones and talked to me. It was a brief encounter. Nothing life-changing or earth-shattering was said. Yet, the thought of it lingers. I'm pretty much starting in the middle (or maybe the end) of that saga, so anyone reading this wouldn't really get the significance of it. There will be more to it at a later date.

On a far shallower note, this is why when ever I'm out in public, no matter how briefly, I try to look presentable. You never know who you will cross paths with, and it may be someone in front of whom you don't want to look like a hobo. I have learned that lesson the hard way in the past. Luckily, this time, I took heed.