I hiked a new trail up to Cowles Mountain today. I’ve been sticking to the main path for a few weeks, but decided to try a different route. When I reached the summit, I noticed an airplane skywriting a heart shape over Lake Murray. It appeared for a moment and vanished just as quickly. Like love itself—fickle, fleeting, and defined by timing. I hope the person who arranged this special message for an equally special love gets to savor it a little longer.