A Personal Breeze

Do you ever stop to consider how the winds of your future will continue to waft people into and out of your life? I marvel at this fact almost on an obsessive level, as of late. After what turned out to be a magical weekend – you know, the kind where you go into Friday evening wondering if you will be overly shy and not in the mood to socialize, scared by the stress of the prospect of your invited friend recognizing your profound attraction to them, or perhaps just outright nervous; but instead finding on Sunday afternoon that you have been nothing but your relaxed, genuine self and have enjoyed every moment of conversation, travel, and each of the many fleeting glances and smiles – I know that I am not destined to be alone forever. It’s complicated to explain… but easy to replay in my mind. Over and over. Lately, I do not often experience oases of deep contentment; this weekend was an exception, and I am grateful for it.

Will the winds of my future be favorable and return him to me? Or will it be someone else yet? The frustrating thing is that, like the autumn breeze, my winds blow frigid one day and lukewarm the next. I can only hope that they will not be ever-changing.