The saying goes that certain things, be it misfortunate events, randomly aligned occurrences, or cosmic coincidences happen to happen in threes. Hip-hop royalty and rudimentary math’s teachers alike even agreeing it was a magic number.

The first misfortunate event was a sobering step into dogshit. The morning kicked off as a red letter day, with a debt chasing firm ready to release the dogs for a credit-
now-debit crumb trail to the doorstep of the property, following a visit from the local neighbourhood postman of doom.

The second occurrence was a small victory of endeavour. The faulty car alarm which had been waking up the nearby residents for months finally decided to resume
normal service after a little light maintenance, stripping down sensors, and cleaning door seals with a jiffy cloth and a bucket of hope and bubbles.

And the third coincidence of a cosmic nature, came on sifting through my email inbox to discover the unexpected reward of a year’s worth of digital grift and graft finally finding its intended audience of hundreds, potentially rising to thousands in the future.

Either way, this path of pain, to progress, to passion appeared to be hidden somewhere in the numbers, as the cracks of light in the cold December afternoon turned into the inevitable darkness of evening