You were conceived in the clouds of our coffee…over lazy brunches we alluded to you, even before we knew what you would be become. Sure, hints were dropped, but neither of us dared to admit the road we were walking down…the eventuality of you. Ideas were born over egg-white omelets, but with nowhere to go they’d float up and away, like Cinderella’s dreamy bubbles, flashes of brilliance each Saturday and Sunday morning that the world would sadly never see. The truth was, we needed you, we just didn’t want to admit it.
