Today that which rests atop of a nut.
The wind brought it to my open window.
I now see it as somewhat of a sign.
A small one but others followed.
I took a picture of that little nut tophat, and when I did I saw a sign of cleansing.
My camera had only one other picture on it.
Today might have been a special day, I felt more vigorous than usual.
Perhaps a sign of new beginnings.
I know signs aren’t real, but perhaps it’d be better if they were.