A Warm Breeze
I can see him standing across the dark, fuzzy and crowded room. I cannot quite seem to make out what he truly looks like but I know that I’m drawn to him. Something about his stature is inviting and calls out to me. I feel paralyzed. I can’t even move. He is scanning the room and then all of a sudden his gaze stops at me. He stands and begins to walk in my direction. Is he coming to see me? Someone goes up to him and starts talking and I begin to doubt. He then pushes them aside and continues his way across the crowded room. Another approaches him and he does the same. It seems as though he is determined to get to me. When he is about 3 feet in front of me a crowd of dancers come between us and I can no longer see his gaze. I put my head down in despair and when I have decided that I will not get to meet this glorious being I feel a warm breeze touch my face. I look up and it is him. He is tall and has dark wavy hair and deep bluish...