I was running to the post office at lunch time in our very small town. I was still wearing my pajama shorts and a T-shirt, hoping not to run into anyone. As I ran in and ran out, an old man was slowing entering wearing sweat pants. I held the door for him, thinking some day that will be me. It brought me back into the present moment when I was getting back into my truck and spotted the heart hanging in the tree. Of course I was curious. How cool! And it’s so me. It found its home!
