The Shape of Things to Come?
The other day, while riding many miles from home, on a lonely stretch of road unknown to me, I found this:

Weird, huh? I'm not superstitious, so I don't think it's any kind of omen. The day before I was at one. So maybe that was the only cosmic connection. We're not gonna get all freaked out about it, OK? It's just a stray piece of fabric that the wind blew into that ditch. It signifies nothing. Got it?