It is May 2015. Suddenly the sidewalk philosopher is at work in my neighborhood.
My High School Geometry and Algebra teacher often wrote on the board “Think”.
I can still hear her voice so many years later.
When I see the apple blossoms of spring, hope renews.
In the fall, I will be apple picking once again.
Humor keeps me balanced.
The first time I saw sidewalk philosophy was in the beautiful city of Paris in 2006. In french the word for love was painted on the sidewalk. At dusk, I took a photo of this word.
Keep love in your heart and the palms of your hands.