“To our blooming… in their palms…”
I was driving home, smiling the whole way.
The lines of men elegantly snow-dusted, standing by the tulip vendors’ kiosks… looked like a fairy tale.
Today, we were beautiful.
But they were even more beautiful—romantically snow-covered, hurrying home with little bouquets.
To us.
Charming beyond words, and back again.
Monday’s toast—to our blooming—in their palms?
V.