Sometimes everything turns out too strange. You're late - and at that moment a person you haven't spoken to for a year calls. You lose an umbrella - and walk in the rain to meet someone who will cheer you up. You wake up at night - and remember a name you've long forgotten.

I don't believe in magic. But I believe in coincidences that don't just happen.

Recently I saw a man in a cinnamon-colored coat on the street. He walked quickly, barely looking around. And I suddenly felt warm. Because this coat was worn by a person I loved very much. And maybe it wasn't him. But it was a sign that everything that was, hasn't disappeared.

Sometimes coincidences are like a whisper. Soft, unnoticeable. The world seems to be pushing: “Look. Notice. Feel.”

I love these moments. As if someone from above says: “You are on the right path.” It could be a song that was playing on an important evening. A book that you accidentally opened on the right page. Or a person who wrote to you exactly at the moment when you were missing.

Coincidences are not accidental. You just don’t always need to look for meaning. Sometimes it’s enough to feel. And trust.

I don’t know why I wrote all this. There were just a lot of little coincidences today. And I wanted to remember them.

Because maybe this is real magic — when you live and notice.