I took myself out for a Valentine lunch today, and while I was driving on one of Lexington’s busiest roads I spied an older woman riding a wobbly bicycle. At least I think it was the bicycle that was wobbly—perhaps it was the lady.  A large slouch purse hung from one of the bike’s handles and a shopping bag dangled from her elbow. She wore a knit hat, hot- pink pants, and a fur coat. Well, my writer’s heart was captivated. What stories she must have to share. What a life she must have led. If I had not been afraid I’d get her killed in traffic, I would have stopped to talk with her. Of such characters and a little imagination rich stories are spun.

My children gave me flowers, strawberries dipped in chocolate, and Orange Leaf yogurt for Valentine’s. Maggie accompanied me on a walk in the park.  And the wobbly bicycle lady gave me food for thought. I hope your Valentine’s Day was equally blessed.