My Small Miracle.

She rested her newly-bought used copy of Elements of Literature on her hip while her hands were occupied with her wallet, a half eaten packet of Cheetos and her shuffle. The sun kissed her hair with it's golden rays while the wind took it for a quick little dance in the air. She sang along (softly) with Jack Johnson on the shuffle as she tripped along East Mall towards home and felt that the blue skies and sunshine were most apt. "I wonder if i'll ever find someone", she thought. "I never seem to find good guys. I wonder why." She hummed to the tunes of Kenny G's saxophone and shook her hair out of her face where the wind had impishly whipped it.

She observes her happy red shoes tapping the craggy concrete and smiles to herself. "God? Will i ever see him again? Maybe Bean was right and I'll probably never see him again. But i dont feel so though. Maybe i'll see him today. Or tomorrow. Maybe he'll turn the corner and i'll smile in amazement at my marvelous prediction." She instinctively looks up from the ground and at the turn of the road up ahead. There's a man turning the corner. She stares.

Oh good Lord.

"Hello," he says to her, smiling.

Damn he's handsome.