So it didn't make sense one day recently, where the mercury was pushing 105, that I was compelled to go outside.
Something was calling me. I tried to ignore it, but the call persisted. When I finally stepped out into the suffocating heat, I was drawn to a particular fir tree, towering 100 feet high.
I soon saw that there was river of sap flowing from the exposed roots in the heat: sticky, bubbly, all over the ground.
I leaned over to look at it, when suddenly POW! Everything exploded at the top of the tree.
Spontaneous combustion? Hive in swarm? Burning bush? I was too busy ducking to know!
When I finally looked up, something like confetti was swirling down from the sky: paper light, pod-winged, tiny flecks floating down in dizzying circles, until they finally landed at my feet.
They were seeds.
Hundreds of seed pods launched into the air by a spontaneous combustion of heat and sap.
Infinite blessings of promise and hope. Manna from the sky.
And for me, a reminder of how when we are in the exactly right place at the exactly right time, the most unusual things happen in this Universe.
All we have to do is answer the call.
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