Yesterday, after a rough start, I saw a double rainbow and it gave me hope.
Today, I saw a full moon--the kind with the perfect arrangement of wispy clouds and the wolves howl to. It was more beautiful than the rainbow.
I wouldn't classify myself as a superstitious person, but I like to believe. I like to find meaning and I like to think that somewhere out there, there are powers that help us out by showing us signs of hope.
I'm not sure what the point of this was, but I thought it was worth noting down. Shrugs.
