A swallow sat atop a gate and the winds blew in every direction. A woman with curls lost her balance and tipped the brown paper bag she was carrying, and a pile of bread rolls tumbled out. In all her hurry, she did not see the face of the young man who crossed the street and stooped to help. Flustered, she only murmured her thank-yous and walked away. That she might have just looked upon the face of the man she would someday marry, if only she’d not rushed off—never crossed her mind. Chirp! The winds continued to blow.