I was in my back yard at the edge of my driveway, watching the dogs sniff the bushes in the early-morning light, when I glanced down and saw this:
A little heart shape, somehow worn into the concrete! It held a bit of water--perhaps from the sprinklers that went off before dawn? The water helped the shape stand out against its background. As I studied the heart from different angles, Mu Shu wandered into the picture:
I love how Mu, his shadow, the garden's shadows, and the the heart came together to form sort of a whole sentence:
A statement about what I love, so to speak.
I think this one is my favorite: