I was sitting outside, deep in my morning routine, and messing around with some graphics. A woman came around the corner to let her dog poop, breaking my concentration.

No harm, no foul.

No bounce, no play.

We greeted one another, and that was that.

Then, I caught the sound of bacon frying and thought the chick in the condo above opened her balcony door. It grew louder.

For a second, I thought she was listening to some new, shitty music that began with a sound clip of bacon. Anything is possible, because music is getting lazier. I wouldn’t question it.

No, this was more magical than the healing power of a certain public speaker’s ears. We should mine his ear-skin for medicines.

Anyway…

It was a wall of water moving slowly down my street.

The cold front has arrived in the city, and it kissed my face in slow motion on its way in.

Freakin’ blessed.

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon.

Society is about to get official alien disclosure. I’m writing a sci-fi book now. Coincidence? Life is about to become a whole lot more interesting; potentially scary, but all magical events according to how things are filtered through our feeble minds.

Buckle up, kids.