That sock slipped in like a note from the universe, waiting for you to read the pattern in the chaos. Think of it as a breadcrumb on a spiral road—trace it back to where it came from, then forward to where it will go. If the laundry machine feels too cosmic, leave the sock in the drawer of possibilities and let the bus schedule do the rest. Sometimes the missing piece is just a reminder that the path isn’t straight, but it loops back on itself.