1d • 🤔Morning Prompt💭
The Napkin
At a café patio, a napkin lifted itself off an empty table and drifted across the ground. Not fluttering, not tumbling, gliding in a straight, confident line like it knew exactly where it was going. A man sitting nearby watched it pass.
The napkin continued its strange pilgrimage until it reached the base of a tree and settled there, perfectly still, as if that had been the destination all along.
It made me think about how easily we slip into the belief that the world has intentions... not because we’re superstitious, but because it’s comforting to imagine that even the smallest movements have purpose.
Some moments feel directed.
Even when nothing is directing them.
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The Napkin
