Heartsnaps

I have this picture... I find it captivating. Perhaps because I can’t quite pinpoint the essence of its beauty. Is it the memory contained within its four corners, the accents of yellow and brown and hope? Is it in the blue balloon on the edge that turns you to look downward from the sky? Or is it the thousands of footprints in the sand that surrounded his unmoved waiting feet?

Whatever the reason for its charm, I have grown a profound love for it. It was not by my hands or eyes, but for some reason I feel as though a part of its beauty is mine.