23

“…last night as I was walking home, thinking about my father, I heard a sudden shriek of seagulls swimming above my head. Mind automatically began to count them – all 13 of them. Eye smiled, hit the ground, then touched the sky one more time. And there were 5 more joining the flock, followed by a couple of procrastinators. That’s when eye knew for sure, grazing with love the trinity finishing this procession of lightness,” I said quietly, looking into two dead sky-blue eyes.
“Yep, 23 of them, not made up, being really there,” I added.
“So? What’s 23?”
“My dad died on the 23rd of November.”
I could see her inner mind buzzing- “so I can’t make certain connections and you can? You can pretend that being a sign?” Yet aloud, she said nothing.
That’s why there was no need to tell her, 23 seagulls were not a sign sent by my dad. Yet a beauty of this life
Reminding me

Of a tiny part of him