A Recurrence

I had just missed the stoplight as I approached the main road leading out of our neighborhood. The cross-traffic teased me, and cars approached from the other direction making my eventual left turn more difficult. As I waited, I noticed a young couple push a stroller across the street. I only paid attention because they seemed very young, certainly younger than other new parents I knew across the city.

Returning from my errand trip an hour later, I waited to turn right back into the neighborhood. From the opposite direction from before, the same couple pushed the same stroller, and it was for them I waited. I wondered, then, what the couple were meant to signify to me, if anything—or was it simply a sign to stop searching for signs?