The neighbors probably think I’m a strange sort of hippie.
I’m usually taking pictures of some element of nature or looking at a patch of sunlight they can’t understand; at least that’s the look they give me, before passing on a sort of smile. Truthfully, I’m quite content with that perception of me.
I went for a walk one evening, just to smell the fresh air and soak in the last bits of summer before the change of seasons was in full swing.
While making my rounds through my usual “spots”, I stumbled upon a crumpled leaf.
I mused for a moment at the way it sat decaying in the flattened grasses landscape maintenance crews left behind.
Standing there as strangers passed and hushed their conversation to figure out just what I was looking at, I saw it.
A heart tucked neatly away if you looked closely enough.
And I thought to myself, there must be a heart like that in everything. Something small, maybe, but something really good.
We just have to ignore the things our neighbors might think and pause a moment to properly see it.