I see them on the pavement and in the sky. They spring up on fresh green stems and are forged from frozen sea foam. Some beckon in perfect symmetry among mismatched brethren on a rocky shore.
One is formed fleetingly in the illusion of intertwined, gracefully curved necks as two swans silently float past one another.
An unusual tomato slice poses for me before meeting its fate at lunch.
I peer sideways at a sunset’s golden reflection in frigid marsh water and see a charmingly irregular heart.
This Valentine’s Day, may your hearts be healed and whole, and may you find love in unusual spaces.