Spirits walk.

I'm approaching a birthday as I mentioned, so forgive me if I describe the past year as somewhat epic. I've had adventures, spent my time in excellent company, filleted a great many fish, and started to learn a number of skills I've always wanted to acquire. But this year I've also stumbled into a shocking number of small tragedies: stupid, random, life-changing, bloody expensive annoyances.

A set of three keys has been left on the ledge in front of my house. They belong to neither myself nor my roommate. So I'm hesitant to move them: I'm hoping that whomever they belong to will return for them. Several strangers have been kind enough to try to return them to us, however, including, just now, an older neighbour I'd not met before with a snake elegantly coiled around his beautifully dark neck and shoulders.