“When the Sun Waited in Greenock”

There are places on this journey where the air grows heavy, where the sky mirrors your indecision, and you feel the weight of unseen eyes. That was Largs. After Millport, guided by crows, we returned to the mainland and found ourselves in a Wetherspoon, breakfasting under a gloom that matched the heaviness within.

The matrix felt thick, bending and watching. I could sense it — a battle of timelines. South toward Newcastle? Or circle back? Each option pressed on us, and even Laura was pulled into memories of her past. The clouds were mirrors of our minds: gray, unsettled, unsure.

And then came the choice: return to Greenock.

The moment my feet touched that city again, the air shifted. Lightness returned. The heaviness lifted from my chest, and the sun — hidden in Largs — revealed itself again in Greenock. It was as if the land itself whispered: “Welcome back.”

There we met, our Scottish friend of the old days. I hugged him instinctively, though he reminded me, smiling, that public hugs weren’t common in his time. His presence is more than companionship — he is a living bridge to Greenock’s spirit. An old soul carrying history, yet opening space for new beginnings.

Back at his home, laughter and stories flowed. Laura held a Scottish/ English flag in her hands, and for a moment I could imagine a life here. Our friend showed me paths — even work opportunities — but more than that, he reminded me of what I had left behind, and what I was stepping into. My heart was heavy and grateful all at once.

He led us higher into the city, to a hidden camping spot overlooking it all. On the way, I locked eyes with a fox — not once, but twice. Silent stares, a mutual recognition. The fox vanished after its message was delivered, but I carry the meaning still: adaptability, survival, hidden truths revealed.

And as the day unfolded, I realized this wasn’t coincidence. Greenock, with our Scottish Friend as its guardian, had opened its doors. Where Largs was shadow, Greenock was sunlight. Where Largs pressed confusion, Greenock breathed clarity.

I even caught a vision — me walking the streets with many others, like a demonstration. Perhaps a glimpse of what is to come, perhaps a seed of my role here.

That evening, as the night closed around us, the Universe placed its signature on the day: 21:21. A mirrored number, marking the end of one cycle and the birth of another. Balance restored, a doorway crossed.

And then, at dawn, came the follow-up sign: 04:40. Two pillars of 4, foundation and stability, with the infinite 0 at their center. If 21:21 sealed the past, 04:40 laid the blueprint for what comes next. A message clear as sunlight: “Now, build. Now, root. Now, ground.”

I understood then: the sun had waited for me in Greenock — and with it, the first stones of a new life.