a chance encounter?

I have to give Gorilla credit. He met Jim first. Atop his lap like he was bred to do, Gorilla jumped up on Jim and quickly offered his love and his butt to scratch. The man obliged and I introduced myself and sat down across from them.
Jim is a retired rancher. He came here with his dog to sit and look at the mountains. They are called the Sangre de Christo mountains, which means Blood of Christ, and they run all the way to Colorado. He told me they have a very calming effect on you if you just sit and look at them. We did.
After learning what i did for a living and where i was headed, he told me that if i like Santa Fe, Santa Fe would find a place for me here. It has a way of taking care of its people who appreciate it. He said L.A. wasn't the final place for me and that i would need to come back to a place much like this someday. Was i not just thinking the same thought?
He also said he doesn't normally walk to this park at night but on this particular night he felt drawn to this place. We were the only two people in it. For John Oselette and all the boys rolling their eyes right now, stop reading. Your skepticism is what makes women the superior species. Maybe in your next life they'll be some hope for you...In any event, it was obvious to me that this wasn't a chance encounter, rather a man i was supposed to meet on my journey westward. someone to calm my weary head of fears and worry less about the future. Maybe Santa Fe was for me, maybe it wasn't. Maybe it's colorado or georgia or oregon... i don't know where the next home or job will be but i knew if i kept myself open to new experiences, the adventure would continue...