As I've said, we rent the upper story of a Victorian house. Currently a gentleman with "a very handsome yellow dog," as my true love describes him, rents the bottom half.
Our entry door is right next to one of the downstairs bay windows, the one facing the street and the driveway. Sometimes when I come home at a certain time of day, this is what I see if I glance to the right:
Happy Love Thursday, everyone. I hope -- and expect -- that love waits for you, too, one way or another.