Signs

I used to be a big believer of signs.
Of the flag flapping in the wind – waving at you to take notice.
Of the field of roses coming into view in the middle of a field.
Even a single rose held by a cuddly stuffed bear seen out of context, out of the blue.

Not that those signs have applied to me or pointed the way where I wanted to go.

Signs are also known to mislead as well as to guide.

Bow.