God’s calligrapher

God's Calligrapher

While he rarely noticed it, the rain by the river *always* started exactly when he parked and stopped when he left. So too, today; one of a handful of miracles that chose to wear him for a few minutes before continuing on their way.

God's calligrapher, this one, shaping the prose of other people's lives by his selfless actions.

Hidden in plain view, this one among many, wearing different roles like drag, depending on the dialogue needed:

straight
queer
mystic
atheist
artist
tax collector
addict
adept
misfit
conformist
gen xyz
ageless

Impossible Bodhisattva surfing vagaries and conflict like morning curl before looking for another parking spot, and spawning another miracle.