The doorbell rings, and I, rightfully curious, answer the door. (I’m not expecting any packages or such for another few days, at least.)
Standing at the top of the steps* is a slight, middle aged brown man, who simply says to me, “Keys are in the door,” smiles, and walks on.
*This is, for my half-basement apartment, standing away from the door, not standing right on the doorstep as it might be in any other configuration.
Edited to add: I don’t normally say anything about the search terms used to reach this blog (when I remember to check them), but whoever got here by Googling “reconciling atheism with spirituality”, I hope it helped.