Sigil Seekers

AS I walk along and wander I see signs everywhere, in every city. On the streets and sidewalks, in the gutters and against the walls. I still do not know who leaves them or for whom, but the signs have become more insistent. Mostly they are natural, but whoever leaves them will use whatever materials they have available to them. Crossed feathers, a piece of wood juxtaposed against a strange mark in the concrete, a serene leaf under a stream where you paused to meditate, a scrap of a photograph with a hand pointing the way. I have seen them over the years, and they haunt me. As I walk the cities I live in and visit I see them more and more. When I retreat into my thoughts I lose track of the Sigils. Only when I am free to wander are they revealed to me.

DO you see them too? If you do, I need your help.