Driving up the highway yesterday, the kind with a long stretch. Undeveloped scrub and greenbelt punctuate older strip malls, a bar, a run-on sentence between here and there.
More terrain, cars pass me due to my preference for the speed limit. An aged sign looms, “Antiques & Collectibles.” A-frame building from decades ago, an arcade of sought and unsought items, once loved, moved on. The building itself a reliquary. The energy and contents of such places interest me, for many reasons.
But today I am passing through. On the approach, I notice large cut-out hearts affixed on the tall sign. Closer still, small and large hearts stuck across the storefront. Hearts on the door, and down the length of the building. A gesture of the Valentine season I admire.
Better yet, the hearts carry on, as hearts do, into the scrub and the forest. One or two per tree stretching some ways behind the building. Unnecessary except to make a point that someone within took the job personally.
I appreciate that.
To you, yours, and the Big World, Happy Valentine’s Day.
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