Way up north on Long Pond Road, before you reach the YMCA, after you pass the Carriage House apartments, on the right hand side of the street as you are heading north, there sits a small brick house back some distance from the road. The front yard is almost a field, and you can barely see the roof of the little bungalow. I have passed it many times in my jaunts to the Y.
Today as I headed in that direction, I glanced towards the house, now nearly buried beneath mounds of snow. I glimpsed an arch of red lights. "Hum," I thought. "They still have their Christmas lights up. Must be some sort of yard ornament." Nothing unusual about that. Many houses still sport their holiday decor. Its been a bit cold to take lights down, and spirits can use the cheerful encouragement. I looked again to see if I could tell what sort of ornament it was.
Yes, two red arches with green between them. Some sort of blue too. Eyes back on the road, then glance again as I draw parallel to the yard. Not a Christmas ornament! A HEART! A Valentine! I look again. P - A - T it spells out in blue-green-blue letters. I love Pat! How sweet! How romantic. There for all the world to read, a declaration of love. I wonder how it is received by Pat. Is Pat a man or a woman? Has Pat had a difficult year or do they put this up every year? Is Pat happy to see it or embarrassed? Young or old? Child or lover? So many unanswered questions!
One last fleeting glance before I pass the perfect heart with all its puzzle. Good luck, Pat. I wish you all the love your heart can hold.
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