My old friend Stuart emailed me this morning, telling me that he’d just arrived home from Israel, where he’d spent some time for work.  While on a walk with his wife one day, they came across a series of hearts.  They reminded him of me, and the signs of love I’ve been seeing over these last few months.

Love made its way to me, even though it was on a mural far away in Tel Aviv.


Love may not always be perfect, but it’s all we’ve got.


And love can transform anything into something beautiful, even a rusty, old drain cover.


Signs of love are everywhere, even halfway across the globe.