Hearts Everywhere

​Sometimes whether I’m out exploring or just running errands, I see hearts. I like to think of them as little notes from God. Of course I know they are just arrangements of stone and old litter that happen by chance to resemble valentines; I’m not stupid. I’m also smart enough to realize that God must have also known they were there, known I was about to notice them, allowed it to happen, and quite possibly also put the idea in my mind that he was taking credit. If God created the entire universe, he (she? It?) must also have created these tiny pieces of it, so I can still take it the way I want. :P