Today, while on my way home on the same road where the bird committed suicide by crashing into the side of my minivan, a black cat sauntered across the road in front of me. It looked right at me as I stopped to wait for it to lazily make its way to the safety of the grass in the roadside ditch.
One misty morning when I was pregnant with Alex, I was driving along that same stretch of road and a big beautiful buck bounded across the road...so graceful and commanding as it bounded its way from the treeline on one side of the road to the overgrown brush on the other side of the road. It didn't slow down. It showed no hesitation. It was so beautiful and sure...so regal...I thought it must be a sign. I thought it was a good sign at the time.
It is the same stretch of road where I found insight in a flock of crows.
But I don't believe that sort of thing anymore.
If I did, I think I might just curl up and have a good cry while I wait for the other shoe to drop.