I am prone to keeping an eye on the ground in case a fateful trinket be left in my path. But recently because of the paw problems I am more pragmatic with my downward gaze, scanning the sidewalk for pitfalls, old tires or a piles of chicken innards which happens on occasion in my neighborhood.
On New Year's Day however I found a black Casio watch when my paw slipped on it. I picked it up - not even thinking it a sign. I forgot about it until the next day when I was walking home from the studio and something pink and shiny smiled at me: a half-crushed Hello Kitty watch.
Two watches in two days. I took it as a sign that I am in the place at the right time.