This one always brings me a smile because I remember writing it. I was sitting in my parents' living room, tapping my notebook and absently watching the wind flirt with the curtains. And something about it was romantic. It was like the breeze was impatient but caught, not knowing how to get out in its hurry to rush into the room. It was sweet so I gave it a name.
An excerpt from my poetry book, Ugly People Beautiful Hearts.
