It happened more than once in St. Louis. The NYC jet black and bumblebee yellow license plates vibrantly appeared at a busy intersection as a divine omen.
I wonder what this nudge will reveal, the people I will meet, the places I will visit or any divine adventures that will find me.
A lifetime augury of all the divine signs, this one turned out to be months of puzzles to comprehend.
Visiting New York wasn’t on my bucket list or a must-see destination, but later when I saw a good many of these license plates, in the fullness of time, I slowed down and sheepishly proclaim, “Ok God I’m listening…”.