Doesn't everyone think about love when February comes around?
How would you describe love and romance?
Romance is like a cartwheel: first you line yourself up, hands over head, and then you fling yourself with abandon, trusting your body while you are in flight that you can come down to earth with two feet on the ground.
Romance over a lifetime settles in to small doses: a look, a quick smile, the satisfaction of being together after a long day, a laugh at an idea agreed upon and shared.
My son Theo harangues against Valentine's Day: "Why should we be lazy and celebrate one day of showing love, when we should show love every day?"
Why shouldn't we indeed?
Do you have special ways to share your love?
|Watercolor sketches from photos of the old carnival/play-land on Hayden Island, Portland. Oregon|