signposts mon uow i think i meant signs 050328 ... misstree re: the fuchsia haired gent mentioned in sunshine_comes_quietly ('cause i didn't want to clutter that page :P ) though it seems crazy unlikely that it was the same person, it's even more unlikely it was different... gold mouse ears are kind of a blatant flashing neon arrow from the universe... so i go back to examine my interaction with him... i was just getting off of work, waiting at my bus stop shrouded in stress... i saw him come up, leaning heavily on a walker, and saw the silhouette of the ears... he poked at the bushes by the library for a moment... meth is a big problem in this town, and i work in a borderline questionable part of town, and it was middlin' evening, so i did the regretfully human thing, and pulled deeper inside my shell, hoping that this strange creature wouldn't attempt interaction... i plea stressful customer service job for the shameful habit of distancing myself from bellow beings... when we got on the bus, he was much as you described, laughing and joking with those around him... he had this gleam in his eyes that i'm happy to say is common to many of the bus stop encounters i've had on my rides home... it's mostly appeared in older men, many of whom were a bit touched or tweaked, but stunningly good company none the less... but this particular piece of synchronicity, i hunkered down and hid from... mayhaps that's the reason for the blinking neon arrow... at least, that's what i'll take it for... cosmically arranged or no, a good lesson... i am reminded of magic_in_the_strangest_places (which i think is on blue, and i don't remember the author, and i may have misspelled the blathe, but dammit if i can't remember all those details but i still remember the story clear as day, it made an impression)... keeping your eyes open isn't enough... gotta keep your heart open to catch all the good stuff... like coral fronds, gathering the nutrients as they float freely into our lives... good to remember. 060321 ... it was sab 060321 what's it to you? who go blather from