5393052 and the weather that makes no sense

i woke up this morning to a string of numbers that looked like someone's forgotten password and a weather report that read like a fever dream. 5393052? okay, cool. 1840021579? sure. temp 9.46°c, feels like 8.75°c, humidity 78%. i'm not a meteorologist, but that sounds like the universe is having an identity crisis.

anyway, i decided to roll with it. grabbed my jacket, my notebook, and my questionable sense of direction, and headed out. the air was that weird in-between-not quite cold, not quite crisp, just... damp. like the sky forgot to commit to rain or sunshine.

i ended up at this tiny cafe i found on yelp, called "the corner grind." no idea why i picked it, but the name felt right. the barista had a tattoo of a coffee bean on their forearm and recommended the oat milk latte. it was... fine. not life-changing, but fine. overheard two locals arguing about whether the new mural downtown was "art" or "graffiti." classic.

later, i wandered over to the park. it was empty, which was perfect because i needed the quiet. sat on a bench, watched a squirrel chase its own tail for like five minutes, and tried to decode the numbers again. 5393052. 1840021579. still nothing. maybe it's a code. maybe it's just random. maybe i'm overthinking it.

the weather stayed weird all day. one minute it felt like spring, the next like someone turned on a humidifier. i checked the forecast again-still the same numbers. i'm starting to think the weather app is just trolling me.

if you get bored, santa cruz and san jose are just a short drive away. i heard the boardwalk in santa cruz is worth a visit, but also that it's overrun with tourists. someone told me the garlic fries at gilroy are legendary, but i haven't tried them yet. maybe next time.

anyway, that's it. just a day of wandering, wondering, and trying to make sense of numbers that probably don't mean anything. the weather was weird, the coffee was fine, and the squirrel was the highlight. sometimes that's enough.