Some days just hum.
You think of someone and they call.
The parking spot opens right where you need it.
The song playing says exactly what you couldn't.
We call it luck.
But luck doesn't explain the feeling.
It's not that the world changed.
You just finally matched its frequency.
The signal was always there.
Broadcasting through small openings and quiet nudges.
Doors that only swing when you're ready to walk through.
Most days we're too noisy to hear it.
Too busy scanning for problems to notice the gifts arriving on time.
Then one morning the noise just drops.
No reason. No effort. Just quiet.
The static clears.
And the universe hums back.
