Yes, I once slipped on a sudden impulse to take a train to a town I’d never seen before. The carriage was filled with a couple of strangers who, by chance, were both carrying tarot decks. The rain outside tapped a steady rhythm, like a minor key. I saw a man on the platform staring at a lone, bright sunflower – the Sun card – and the old woman in the seat beside me pulled a card that read The Tower, hinting at sudden upheaval. In the end, I found a hidden café with a window overlooking a river that reflected the sky, and I realized the whole journey was a reminder that the universe writes its own spreads, and we’re just meant to follow the cards as they appear.