Sometimes life hits you with certain thematic consistencies. These could be dreams or conversational topics, the smell of freshly baked peanut butter cookies or the way light slants through a window. At a certain point you notice the recurrences and begin tuning in. Like most things, these repetitions mean what you’ll decide they mean. You can classify them as coincidences or signs, flukes or fate or communiques from the far off, and any number of things between. You can go further and seek out fancy language to buttress and substantiate your classification system.

Other times you can see that none of that is needed, and all you have to do is notice. 

(All of the below come from a recent walk in a nearby park.)