Is love at first sight truly possible? (7 weeks later after the first encounter) Driving towards cell, I turned the question over my mind for what seemed to be hundredth time. Will she be there? Outside, our country's hot sun had long since set. A grayish sheen of haziness was visible through my sight, and aside from the cars burning rubbers on NKVE, all was quiet. It was beautiful and warm. A 'Heart Go Yonder' kind of warm - the kind of temperature that holds you like your mum did, when peace comes in a quiet breeze, and air begs to be taken in lungfuls. It was a lovely day at work, a day that I look at my student's assessment, a day that nourished. And I was lying on my bucket seat, listening to some slow numbers, my windscreen serving as a magnifying glass in the still of the night's moonlight sonata. The moving leaves above the parking lot were sifting moonlights; the stars looked like a thousand diamonds in a dazzling dance. Mmmm, it was beautiful. But ...