Well, that was interesting. We're camping now, and I was to take a sponge bath. The change of clothes I took with me I chose based on the fact that it will soon be night -- and cold. The colors, I noted as I started back toward camp, are the same as the ones that all too often mentioned girl I met at work last summer has stuck in my memory as wearing. Who knows if I subconsciously "arranged" for things to end up that way or not, but either way it is notable nonetheless because I noticed it. And, as she rose out of the depths of memory, I wanted her again. It's still really amazing; it's been a little more than a year since I saw her last, and she still affects me -- and it's not as though we really had any kind of relationship, or that one was (or is) likely. Still… Ah, well. We shall see. This circle has not yet come round, though I have seen some of its intersections. Curiosity and frustration notwithstanding, I can wait.
Another circle not yet complete, but intersected several times, and having given off perhaps another ray (that may, of course, be merely itself looking to be larger than at first) is the whole Jeremiah situation. Ah, Kevin -- be patient.