I walked past a tarot reader in the street this weekend.
She looked amazing – tumbling black dreadlocks, long flowing maroon robes and bright silver eye-makeup.
She caught my eye and smiled – I smiled back, but I was too shy to ask if I could take her photo. I walked on, and when I glanced back over my shoulder, she was still watching me.
I expect she will certainly turn into a painting at some point.
And she if she were reading your cards today – and anything you dreamed could come true – what would it be?