On the metro park trail a woman with beautiful long grey hair approaches from the opposite direction and walks up to me, blocking my way. In the low-angled evening sunlight her green eyes appear to be gazing into my green eyes. I feel her breath. Why has this somewhat attractive woman veered into me?  Only a spirit would behave like this and I wonder if I have attracted a Crone who can use her supernatural powers to help me. There is something very familiar about her. Maybe she is not a Crone but actually me, a psychic projection of my anima.  But why would my inner female accost me on a metro park trail? Her eyes work back and forth as if reading a teleprompter. The setting sun gloams her face, skin perhaps too smooth for a Crone. This is getting uncomfortable.

Sunlight brightens and I realize she is actually reading my chest. I remember there is a cryptic math equation across the front of my t-shirt.  “I ate some pie!”, she exclaims, phonetically equating the trigonometric symbols. She shifts to the written part underneath the equation: “And it was delicious.” She nods with satisfaction. “Very clever”.

The mystery of me solved, she moves along.