This photo was taken on the front deck of my house in Colorado. Each summer, I would plant up a few pots and hanging baskets. Geraniums of some variety always found their way in. It was near the end of July when the monsoon moisture would make its way to Colorado, giving us nearly daily afternoon rain showers. On this particular day, we had a powerful storm move through. It was a storm that would likely spawn tornadoes once it made its way to the eastern plains.

After it passed, I headed outside, wiped off the deck chair, and spent a bit of time just relaxing in the sun before starting dinner. I took the opportunity to do what I love the most, just being in nature and watching the world around me with a camera and a notebook. As the birds began to return to the feeders, the water dripping from all the trees made a soft, irregular pattering sound on the moist ground covering composed mainly of kinnikinnik and pine needles.

I took a moment to deadhead some of the flowering annuals in the hanging baskets. As I turned my attention to the geraniums, I moved the pot slightly, and there was this heart with the light just caressing it. The other petals in this blossom had been beaten down to reveal the heart - showing that sometimes storms are needed to wash away that which might hide the love that stood there with a strength not seen before. This heart was soon hidden again after the water drops evaporated, allowing the other petals to rise again around it. A reminder that Love is always there.