it began with the random choice of my reindeer shirt

the obvious selection for a springy-summery day

 i wore it on a visit to my daughter

as we sat in her yard

i saw something

out of the corner of my eye

 i looked over

to see this guy standing there

looking at me

he must have seen me

out of the corner of his eye

 i headed over to

the hidden and understated

hard to find

artisan oasis

known as

motawi tiles

where i came across this beautiful

handcrafted tile

and i knew

this was the one i was meant to own

all signs pointed me clearly in this direction.

—
“signs may be but the sympathies of nature with man.”
― charlotte brontë, jane eyre