I look out my window, and it is gray and raining on this day of love. The Valentine’s Day frenzy is quiet where I work, and I am very glad. The pressure to celebrate is suffocating and annoying and the idea of love is greater than a card or bouquet and extends far beyond this day.
I think my mind is focused on what love is or is not also because our poetry unit is coming up, and we start with Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116. What is the strength of love?