Wall 13: Origin

I hadn’t planned anything special here at 365 to celebrate a holiday I consider unneccesary.  Shouldn’t everyone (read: men) love their woman beyond expectation, each and every day?  Every day I spend with Meg is special.

So anyway, this wall was an accident, and turned into something meaningful.  The gestalt lines arcing down form more than each alone.  This wall is eerily close to my own definition of love.  Together, as mentioned, the lines form something greater, and still they remain individual and infinite.

Meg, since the moment we met, I haven’t lived a second that did not belong to you.