So today, I decidedly went to my grandfather's to spend time with him and his new puppy that I bought him. Her name is Tia, but that's beside the point. I was on my way to Wal-Mart at 8:22pm, I checked because I didn't want to wait too long to go. To get to Wal-Mart, which is about 2 miles from my grandpa's, you have to go through a few round abouts and turn onto a backroad next to a farm but this backroad is really nice. I'm driving at 35 mph down this road and I mention to my cousin, who tagged along, that the moon looked incredible. It was the biggest I'd seen it since the red supermoon Washington had a few years ago. As I'm mentioning this, I also notice a pure white owl sitting on a fence. Owls in Washington are rarely seen and spend most of their time in the dense wooded areas but no, little Betty White, as I called her, was there. I slowed down to about 10 miles an hour, when she darted in front of my car and then shot up last minute. I screamed like a little bitch. But tonight seemed to speak with me. White owl seems like a good omen to me and I'm a moonchild, cancer the crab. So whatever this universe is telling me, it got to me, just tell me what.