windblown

I turned on the television and there you were.

Tousled hair, button up shirt, rolled up sleeves and tie flying over your shoulder. Glasses that subtly hid your charm but emphasized your intellect. You were all business and my god you were cute!

It’s not too often that someone can come along and stir excitement over something like the weather. But there you were, reporting live from the beach, with the coast behind you and the waves rolling in. The wind dishevelling your hair, with every gust further igniting your passion and conviction.

‘I can definitely tune in to this every day.’

And I did.