The bar was dark, lit only by a few well hidden lights near the
ceiling. A dense crowd of night time revelers rubbed elbows
along the long bar. The air was filled with smoke, the kind of
thick, smog-like smoke that hangs heavily in the air like
clouds in a mountain pass on a stormy night. The deafening
tones of heavy metal rock blaring from overhead speakers
pierced my ears with a relentless, painful rhythm, alerting my
survival instincts to turn and head for the door, and perhaps
seek a more serene place to unwind from the stresses of the
demanding work week just past. But then, through the dense,
swirling mass of humanity, a single face captured my attention,
and a divine bliss engulfed my soul, resurrecting my spirits,
and turning my restive, troubled mood into joyous contentment,
for at that moment I realised that my long journey to find true
love had come to an end.