The Sign

So, I was driving along and there it was, right in front of me, a sign.  Not a road sign–but a SIGN — a symbol.  I studied it for a few minutes while I sat at the red light. I knew there was a message for me in that sign.  A few thoughts ran through my head.  But, I shook my head each time.  “Naw, that’s not it.”  “No, that’s not it, either.”  Then it hit me.  The Hawaiian licence plate on the car in front of me was clearly sending me a message.  “If you visit you will love it.”  It was a sign.  And then I knew:  Hawaii is calling and I must go.


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