How do you know when the wind is blowing in the right direction?
When you hear the beat of his heart as he walks by you. Before the blink of his eye, it tells a story. "I see you and I am here", when the noise of a bustling crowd is muffled and his presence softens your soul, the wind becomes the breath of one.
I love this cake. It's moist and light with creamy bites of chocolate chips. I would serve this cake to my sweetheart with a this poem attached to the fork. —Lump in the road