Something weird happened this morning.
I was sitting in the garden, not doing much. Just staring at some crooked flowers and trying not to overthink life.
Then this thought hit me:
It feels like something’s about to begin.
And I don’t even know what.
Not like a dramatic movie moment. More like… the air shifted. Like the garden knows something I don’t.
I’ve never trusted feelings like that. But lately, I can’t ignore them.
So I wrote it down. In case it means something later.
—S.