New York, New York
Tulips make me happy.
Have you ever seen anything so perfect? So effortlessly beautiful?
The colors . . . the textures. Have you ever touched a tulip? Caressed its petals? Communed with its spirit?
Wait. Scroll back up. Did you see that yellow? I mean . . . Lord. Have mercy.
To imagine: the Big Bang banged Itself into a tulip. A million tulips. And it also banged Itself into you and me. How awesome is that.
I love how bad-ass tulips are with their beauty. They jut out the earth, crowned in all their glory on some: “Yeah, I’m gorgeous and amazing. What?”