I'm not much of a collector. My mother collected bells, and things themed with windmills and sunflowers. And Beanie Babies. And ... well, there was some hoarding disorder at work, which I eschew.
But I adore dragonfly-themed anything. I can stare at them forever. Everything from umbrellas to chopsticks to lights to sponge holders to art - I love it all if it's dragonfly. And I'm obsessed with red - especially with kitchen appliances, but for anything really.
So, the paramour and I were standing in the sweltering heat of the car lot, sand caked all over my feet and legs. We were talking about future possibilities. To his right I saw this gorgeous red dragonfly. It was a bright, deep red. I gasped in awe at its beauty and cried, "Look!"
Rather than startling the dragonfly, it came towards us. It checked us both out, then went behind the paramour. I looked to see where it flew from there but I couldn't catch sight of it, and I looked behind the paramour and there was no trace.
It was as though this standard of perfection had simply merged into the paramour.
And I have to ask myself, as the superstitious being that I am, could the universe have really sent me any stronger sign?
Well. That gets another "Oh my," from me.
ReplyDeleteI'd say watch your contraceptive if you don't want a baby, too.