Once I reached downtown I started to jog. It's over a mile from the train station to the crafts store I work at.
A handsome, gay couple was sightseeing along Michigan Avenue. Seeing what I don't have depresses me so I pressed on.
A couple blocks later I saw a miniature rose strewn on the sidewalk.
So out of place for it!
Dean, you're going to be late, I said to myself.
I ran back and took the frozen bloom with me.
At the halfway point of my trek, I came across the word "love" written just off an alleyway.
Dean, you're going to be late, I said.
But I had to capture it with my camera.
To me, February is synonymous with love, especially since Valentine's Day is its main star.
Even though it's something I long to have, it was nice glimpsing signs of love before the month officially ends.
Oh, and I was three minutes late for work this morning.