Circles

I have been using the phrase "my life moves in circles" lately. When I say that I mean there are links linking to other links in my everyday life. Usually these circles are coincidences; I talk about something one day with someone and then in a very short time after that, that seemingly random conversation topic will resurface before my eyes in a very tangible way. Does this happen to everyone? Here is an example. My cooworker Schyler and I uphold a continuous dialogue about our existing creative projects. I am currently feeling underinspired and have nothing to share. He currently has an idea that he wants to go to a junkyard and gather up lots of broken umbrellas and construct huge wings out of them. He thinks it would be wise for me to go to the dump to find things to play with. We don't have a truck though, so I wrote off our conversation as a garbage sifting pipe dream. And then this morning on my way to work, I walk one block up the street to the main drag, and there in the middle of the intersection, needing desperatly to be moved, is a decrepit umbrella. Is it blue and missing a handle and perfect for gigantosaur wing construction. How does this happen? I don't know. Did Schyler think of this idea because it had been raining for two days and the chances of me stumbling upon a dead umbrella were therefore greater? What would happen if I did not have the umbrella conversation? Would the umbrella still have been in the street for me to notice? Would it have been there but without meaning? I don't know. The circle is endless.