This leaf caught my eye on my cool-down mile this morning. My eyes are trained to look for hearts in leaves, for lady bugs and dragonflies and rainbows and signs of all kinds, known or made up on the fly out of my need for one. It has been an insane many days of healing a sick dog and working like a dog and drinking like a fish and writing crap and gearing up to hit the road again. Lots of and’s. So I think a heart in a leaf means fewer of life’s and’s, fewer lazy gerunds inging in ears like tinnitus and more vivid verbs, precise verbs, all the action happening in verbs.
Of last miles and monkeys on backs…
Cinderella, one of my favorite bands growing up, visuals here for posterity, for your big hair, pretty boy fix.