An odd moment yesterday

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Cleaning up the kitchen, one of my birthday cards just slid across the table.

I instantly dashed to the door to feel any breeze because nothing else had moved, no flower petals from the nearby vase, not the other smaller card. Everything was still.

But it had moved for a good few inches right before my eyes.

I pick up on spookery. Call it sensitivity or over-imagination, I am mostly happy to go with the latter, because I would rather be wrong than be scared. I've been in lots of places where there's a vibe, even some situations where I have seen/heard something that cannot be there. Very occasionally it may feel like I am being watched; this last gets treated with great suspicion by me, because of Mum's mental illness. Without being neurotic I am mindful. If I think the issue is within, I sit still and try to analyse. If I know that there is some phenomenon happening outside myself, my solution is always the same; I get the hell out.

But this was nothing of that ilk at all. It was a pretty moment on a still sunny day. The card slid across the table and that was that.