love is...

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that.

It seems to me that love is everywhere.

Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there:

fathers and sons,
mothers and daughters,
husbands and wives,
boyfriends,
girlfriends,
old friends.

When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge…they were all messages of love.

If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is…all around.