Maybe because I was anti-Valentine’s I could have the necessary detachment to stare at the moon on the 14th, photograph it and amazingly surprised concluded it was heart shaped. How more romantic than this can nature be?
Then I started to collect yellowish stones on the beach. Every single day I returned home with a handful of them. On the afternoon of the 14th, during my first beach stroll, I recognized two heart shaped stones. I was kind of amused. The second day I had a small heart shaped stone among the lot. I kept quiet. The third day I got another heart like stone. I just smiled. I was spending less then five minutes minding about stones per beach visit and chances of finding heart shaped stones were small. Then, on the 17th, I found such a perfect heart shaped stone I couldn’t avoid acknowledging the coincidence and showing it.
In normal circumstances I would be moved because of so many hearts. Maybe I would talk of signs. Maybe I would change my mind. But no. Mother Nature can be pro, but I am still anti. And I’ll be anti for as long as I have to.