Tie a yellow ribbon

Tie a yellow ribbon, 6 December 2017

I was getting my morning coffee from the excellent the village snob down by the riverside yesterday, and came across these two ribbons.  One yellow, one black.

I wondered who put them there and why. A memory of a kiss?  Some kind of grieving?

Whatever the reason, it felt like a tribute to me.  Someone's way of reminding themselves of something that should not be forgotten.

Acts like this - silent and prepared to go unnoticed - sometimes hit me in the gut more powerfully than an entire installation at an art gallery.