Over a recent weekend, I was making myself a cup of coffee and a slice of buttered toast in the early hours of the morning. The sun was just beginning to peak through the windows, the house was still quiet and I was enjoying the peacefulness of the moment.
As I opened the bread, my eye was drawn to the plastic tab that holds the plastic bag closed. Was that a heart shape? Was my bread telling me it loved me and was glad I was spending time with it? Was it enjoying our slow, gentle start to the day together?
Someone had too Quiksilver bumper stickers on the back of their car in such a way to make a heart shape. I was amused.