Freedom where you least expect it

Date: 9/23/2020

I'm walking through tight streets in my neighborhood. At the corners where the house meet, there's a surprising amount of space. It feels like privacy and security in one. I'm with a few other people, or at least near them. One is my aunt Karen. I eat cereal or some kind of oatmeal with me friends earlier before this. It feels busy, like we're moving a lot. I was at an airport before where I lost some tarot cards that were printed on glass with little golden crowns as the artwork, arranged like the tree of life. I find them in one of those luggage carousels where a male friend also waits. I feel a warm attraction to him, as well as a protective instinct. Something is unusual here but I know I'm strong enough to stand up to it. It's a person that's tall and thin.