[Stories, pt. VIII] Bob’s crystal cave lived up to the hype. As we toured the property we were presented with tales of mermaids in the swimming pool and lizards doing push ups. But it was the “clothing optional” offer to swim that finally raised a brow. I tried not to catch Sophie’s eye as I listened intently to the stories, fearful of starting that kind of laugh you have in middle school that you just - can’t - stop. You know the one.
We spent the following night inside a yurt in the Californian desert. After a marshmallow sky teased us with the magic this place is truly capable of, we laughed until we cried and cried until we slept. A total four hours, no more no less. “Have you ever had your tarot cards read?” Sophie suggested over morning coffee. All three of us having been raised in religious households saw each other’s eyes pop out of our heads as we began to consider such a controversy. “Let’s do it” I offered without hesitation. This was a time to try everything and judge nothing. Or at the very least, try be open minded.
We asked around at the local boutiques (like “Moon Wind”) where we might find such a place to dabble in our future selves. Fearful of our time window closing, we slid into the DMs of a card reader named Sabrina (naturally) and found ourselves just an hour later in her living room.
That afternoon before driving back to LA we were each told stories of our future, fate and fallacies we were operating under. “I’m not sure about all of it” I confessed as we closed the car doors. “But I am sure she is one of the most interesting people I am yet to encounter, what was her Instagram handle?” I questioned. @sabrinariccio for those wondering. (To be continued...) 🔮✨