i was out for an evening on the town.
celebrating my birthday.
i don’t normally go out.
actually, i never do.
my friends were leaving, and i had the offer of a free ride home.
but something in me wanted to keep the night going.
head back to the bar i started at.
one friend stayed with me.
we made our way down.
two guys stopped us to wish me a happy birthday.
we chatted for a moment.
shared thoughts on meeting people while out—
how to strike conversation, how to approach someone.
one said,
“you meet the best people in line.”
we laughed.
none of us realizing the foreshadowing.
i was unaware of the divine hand in it all.
the synchronicity.
it felt like just conversation.
hindsight tells me otherwise.
we parted ways—also divinely timed,
though that would only become clear later.
i walked down the line to get into the bar i wanted to return to.
someone caught my eye.
i didn’t think much of it, and kept walking to the end of the queue.
coincidentally—or maybe not—
the group in front of me decided to leave the line.
i stepped forward to fill the gap.
and there he was.
the one who’d caught my eye.
standing alone.
within moments, he turned.
we made eye contact.
“hi,”
was all that came out.
it was all that had to.
no clever opening.
no curated entrance.
just effortless arrival.
the three of us chatted.
but him and i couldn’t break eye contact.
something lingered.
we reached the front of the line and got in before he did.
i wanted to talk more.
but part of me welcomed the mystery.
he made it in shortly after and found his party.
but he kept looking—searching the room.
his eyes found mine.
i smiled.
he excused himself from his friends
and made his way toward me.
“hi,”
he said again—
but this time, with weight.
and we talked.
and talked.
until the bar closed.
we made our way outside,
stood on the street,
still talking.
we couldn’t stop.
by 4 a.m., i figured it was time to call a cab.
we said goodbye.
or maybe, see you later.
i got in the cab.
and sat with the feeling.
was there a hand in that?
i can’t seem to justify it otherwise.
it was too seamless.
too effortless.
and it came just days into my surrender.
maybe that’s all it will be.
a moment.
an encounter.
but something tells me it isn’t.
regardless, something is beginning.
not just with him.
but with everything.
nature is beginning to meet me.
the internal aligning with the external.
where synchronicities, miracles, and the unexpected
begin to intertwine.
i am dancing with life.
this is only day four.