A random piece of cloth, tied to a light pole in the middle of a busy shopping center parking lot hangs mute ...
Until the breeze picks up, and the silky red fabric begins to sway and dance!
Becoming first one heart ...
And then another.
I like to think of this bit of cloth ... in the still of the night; in the chaos of the day ... still hangs there in the parking lot ... silently BECOMING HEART ... again and again.
4 comments:
this is amazing and so close to Valentines day, what a find
My heart sometimes looses its shape. I worry sometimes it will not recover. This post is a reminder to me... (someone who finds hearts everywhere!)that even the tattered windblown heart finds its shape again. Sending <3. xo teri
love this Clytie! What Teri said above is so beautiful too.
That is an exquisite heart! It is just perfect.
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