"Feelings are not supposed to be logical. Dangerous is the man who has rationalized his emotions." David Bornstein

As I slept fitfully last night, I listened to the much needed torrential rain that was falling outside.

My mind was going in a million different directions and I couldn't seem to get it to slow down. Gizmo must have felt my agitation as she was bounding up and down the hallway to my bedroom meowing at the top of her lungs.

Could some of my angst be due to the fact that I had just made my airplane reservations for Minnesota (and Buddha!!) amidst rising terrorist threat levels at all airports? Or, was it just excitement knowing that sometime in the next few weeks I will be in a position to be falling in love with a brand new family member? Or was it....?

I awoke with this feeling that tears could come at any moment for no special reason at all. The "Pipster" was in an unexplainable funk.

As the rain outside was slowly replaced with a bit of sunshine, I put my walking shoes on and headed out. Unfortunately, the first thing that I saw was my totally saturated newspaper. The rain had leaked into the plastic bag and it was now a soggy mess.

As I continued walking, I realized that my head was clearing a bit and some of my irrational feelings were drifting away. Suddenly, I spotted a leaf that had fallen on the wet street. It was an almost perfect heart. I had my cell phone with me on the walk so I snapped a picture...

As I made my way back home, I had a smile on my face...as I was now ready to take on the rest of the day.