(Wednesday, August 13, 2025)
Yesterday I visited my financial advisor and stored my driver’s ID and credit card in the back pocket of my jeans.
This morning Cullan told me he found someone’s ID and credit card on the sidewalk near our house. The ID is from New York. He looked her up and tried to contact her. She is a poet. I told him to drop the cards off at the police station.
After our conversation, I went to the closet to get my laundry basket. I was shocked to see my ID and credit card laying on the top of a dresser inside the closet. I had forgotten to take them out of my pocket . They must have fallen out when I put my jeans on a hanger.
A minor event, but paying attention to synchronicity seems to make it more and more prevalent.
Do you write poetry?