the numbers, 8.7.25

the gate before i left was a19. when i landed, the gate was 22. then the baggage claim was carousel 24. those are my 3 favorite numbers in order. i know it sounds crazy, but i feel like the universe be talking to me through numbers. i’m always tasked with finding out why, but it’s significant i promise lmao. on the way to the rental, i got to talking to the lady driving one of the shuttles. she was so kind, literally greeted everybody onboarding the bus. i sat in the front seat and talked to her the whole ride. she mentioned how it’s nice that i wasn’t staying in la because la is dirty. then she said her daughter got her car window busted out a few weeks ago at a nearby beach, smh. most of our conversation revolved around los angeles and boston. she asked about salem in october and i told her it’s a must. the only thing is she doesn’t like flying. i’m the same way, but after a while, it’s not so bad especially if you can sleep some of the ride there. she also mentioned going to nyc during the holidays. i’ve always wanted to do the same because i hear it’s just like the movies, and this will be the year i finally do it. i hope she gets to go, too and maybe we’ll cross paths again. sometimes in this life you come across genuinely kind spirits and she was one of them.

even if it’s just for a few moments, it’s always appreciated.

-ratha, 11:21am, 8.7.25