I'm sort of convinced that love happens when both parties aren't looking. Like it was unexpected, perhaps even inconvenient. So totally out of the bluest blue. Glorified by the absence of trying. ... Like the time the wind picked up and my hat flew away, but I still ran after it in utter glee. When I got lost on a route, but rode along for a few more miles and stumbled upon my new favorite eatery—the BBQ joint, right there on the side of the road. A shift in space and time