My friend K and I went to our local metaphysical store this past Tuesday. We get there and I park in the street so I had to get out and cross the street at a 45 degree angle toward the front of my van to walk up to the front of this store.
K came around the back of the van and I turned back to look at her and saw this big white truck over her shoulder as it was coming across the lift bridge in the harbor. She continued forward and started to cross the street but for some reason, I felt almost stuck in place and I knew, even at the time, that I was looking at that truck and looking for my Hubby.
The truck sort of reminded me of (more…)
