When the storm comes, my compass always points home.

“Taxi! Taxi!”

The cars zip by me as if I’m a green light, no one stops, not even on yellow..until one does.

As I enter, a sigh escapes me. I sit down and sink into the back seats as I look out the window,

“Where to?”

The driver looks at me through the rear view mirror,

A yearning smile slips on my lips,

“Home. I’m going home.”

The yellow hues and dark red flashes of the city lights illuminate my face, I roll down the window and a homie breeze brushes against my rosy cheeks

“…I don’t know where you live lady”,

_screech_,

“this ain’t no movie miss, think about it”,

at this time another passenger hops in, a tall handsome man with dark eyes and raven black hair,

“going downtown”

a scruffy deep voice reaches my ears and a tingle surges throughout me. I’m caught in a trance until we lock eyes, I whip my face away trying to avoid contact.

“And you miss?”

“R-right, downtown as well is fine”

As the ride continues, the man starts a conversation with me and the driver, it’s as if we were meant for each other. We arrive and he asks me for my number, and of course I give it to him.

This was 5 years ago, now we’re married and have 35 kids with the next one on the way. Love truly prevails!