Timoni West is a web designer in San Francisco.
This is her blog.

I don’t want anyone else but sometimes, surprisingly there is someone, not the prettiest or the most available, but you know that in another life it would be her. Or him? Don’t you find? A small quickening. The room responds to being entered. Like a raised blind. Nothing intended and a long way from actually doing anything, but you catch the glint of being someone else’s possibility and it’s a sort of politeness to show you haven’t missed it, so you push it a little, well within safety, but there’s that sense of a promise almost being made in the touching and kissing without which no one can seem to say good morning in this poncy business and one more push would do it.