They say love is in the ether, but have you ever considered the thrill of a mischief managed amongst the clouds? Tales whirl with the winds, and I, like an unwitting poet, find my musings tangled in thermals.
"Darling, let's skywrite how we feel," I declared, my heart a comet trailing neon promises. The breeze responded with a gentle nudge, a lover's touch on my bristling skin.
Have you ever had an empty plane ticket in your pocket, intended for a journey of frivolity? The middle seat beside Mr. Boredom became a siren, luring me closer to unknown heights.
Perhaps, in this affair, the rain is merely a jealous ex. "Don’t let the air go sour, my friend," says the sun with a wink, its rays weaving the afternoon into a tapestry of warmth and whimsy.
Join me at the edge of infinity, where the grass awkwardly flirts with oxygen and every gust carries secrets of the starry kind. After all, nothing says romance like a sultry breeze serenading your wayward heart.