The heart shape on this wrought iron caught my eye as I drove down MLK Blvd past boarded up, dilapidated homes - an area that looks even worse on cold, cloudy, wet days such as today. An article I read some time ago came to mind, which talked about the division of Little Rock by the I630: a white Little Rock north of the freeway, and a black Little Rock to the south. Click here to read the article.
At first, I scoffed at such a comment, thinking surely that can't be true in this day & age. But it really hit home for me today. There is a lot of sadness around the Central High School district, on the south side of the freeway. I can only hope this heart is a reminder that love IS everywhere, no matter how small. And I hope, given the right conditions, it will grow.