Love puddles.

It was one of those days. Surrounded in the love but unwilling to budge in our temporary shopping mall surrounded doom and gloom. We managed to spot, however, amongst the human rubble and consumer angst, a beautiful conglomerate of hearts. Complete only with the grand finale of a parking lot love puddle. This glistening mass of oily water was sent from the high heavens. A reminder of the abundance. An abundance of what you ask? Well let us tell you. An abundance of the pure heart energy that proliferates in the shadows. An amassed instinctual love heart formation of the highest order. Sometimes it is the debris that has been overlooked, it is the forgotten that is most important to take note of. The little things. The little hearts, formed of exhausted waste. Love it.