It was written in the minutes

The gods gifted me twice today.  So many disparate elements had to work together in order for me to have had these two experiences in the same hour.

I went to funwoody and wanted an iced oat milk matcha latte from a non-starbux coffee shop.  I pulled into the parking lot at 2:56 pm.  Their “open” sign was still on, but the chairs by the window were stacked atop the tables.  I’d either forgotten or never paid attention to their Sunday hours.  It was practically 3pm already, and I wasn’t going to be that person who thinks 2:56 pm is identical to 2:45 pm.  So I went to the starbux at the Medlock Regal and got an iced soy milk matcha latte.

What song should start to play after I placed my order?  Taylor Swift’s “Mirrorball.”  I was able to enjoy the entire song because it took just about the whole run time for the barista to make my drink: three minutes and twenty-nine seconds.

Although I liked the song the first time I heard it, I didn’t pay attention to the lyrics until today.   I must confess, I can relate to them more (the bolded lines) on this particular weekend than I probably ever could since Folklore came out last year.

I want you to know
I’m a mirrorball
I’ll show you every version of yourself tonight
I’ll get you out on the floor
Shimmering beautiful
And when I break, it’s in a million pieces

[Chorus]
Hush, when no one is around, my dear

You’ll find me on my tallest tiptoes
Spinnin’ in my highest heels, love
Shinin’ just for you

Hush, I know they said the end is near
But I’m still on my tallest tiptoes
Spinnin’ in my highest heels, love
Shinin’ just for you

I want you to know (want you to know)
I’m a mirrorball
I can change everything about me to fit in
You are not like the regulars
The masquerade revelers
Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
And they called off the circus, burned the disco down

When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns
I’m still on that tightrope
I’m still tryin’ everything to get you laughing at me

And I’m still a believer, but I don’t know why
I’ve never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try
I’m still on that trapeze
I’m still tryin’ everything to keep you looking at me

Because I’m a mirrorball
I’m a mirrorball
And I’ll show you every version of yourself tonight

~!~

That was the first gift; the second one came moments later.  I got into my car and was headed towards one of the exits of the parking lot when I saw a large black bird facing my windshield — we could have made eye contact.  It looked like a hefty garden gnome in bird form.  I pulled into the space nearest to the curb because I wanted to take a picture.  And then I saw another bird and another bird.  A dozen carrion birds were spread out between two curbs.  There were three or four birds gathered around what might have been a dead squirrel by the road.  One of the birds was eating.  I took three photos and kept watching them until all but one of the birds flew to a tree on the opposite curb.

Carrion1

Carrion2

Carrion3

Several independent factors had to coalesce precisely for me to hear “Mirrorball” and then see a carrion bird snacking.  They don’t look like black vultures because their heads are too “smooth” for lack of a better word, but what else could they be?  All you ornithologists out there, what kind of bird did I see?  How did I end up arriving at the first coffee shop minutes before they officially closed?

All of the following led up to that moment:
~ buying the replacement windshield wiper blades days ago
~ waking up when I did today, the time it took me to have breakfast and floss my teeth and everything else that put me in the parking garage at a quarter to 1 pm
~ impulsively deciding to put on the new blades today cause I was under the impression it was going to rain at some point in my travels
~ realizing the blades were both too small
~ going to the closest Target to get new, new blades (but they only had the one for the passenger side), putting on the correct blade
~ going to the Target in funwoody to get the right-sized driver side blade (and being ever-so-miffed that it was cheaper plus tax than the one I bought at the first Target), putting on the new blade
~ spending ten seconds to admire the dragonfly flitting about my car after I’d parked (there was another dragonfly on another leg of my journey but I forgot where)
~ making a pit-stop at home, swapping out the dark blue watch with the light blue watch, hand-washing, and going back upstairs to look at Schubert lying on the floor in the computer room

All of the above, the number of shoppers around me at both Targets, the number of cars around me, and the timing of the traffic lights put me en route to the non-starbux… you see where I’m going with this, right?  So many factors had to get in line so that I could commune with the gods via a Taylor Swift song and some birds.  And why did I go to funwoody today?  My mom made me some chicken wings cause I had a hankering for cartilage.

I’ve written about serendipity before and how satisfying those experiences were, but today was on a whole other level.  It was so cool.

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