On our way to Penn Station
to walk the streets of New York City
to find, among others, this place ... represented in art
Of course I was drawn to anything with tiny detail, script, and books. Holy or otherwise. And love. And then I remembered that any work of art is a piece of love. Made manifest. Intangible made tangible.
Look again at the photos. Closely. They all bleed and breathe love.
As should we all. Every day.
Let every day be a work of art for you.