we are standing in giant fields of tulips. flat and in motion , each shift of the eyes creates a personal kaleidoscope of brilliant colors. we are captured still in this pallet of natures artwork.
looking into the distance, melted images held fast by the definitions of pedals, leaves and stems seem to flow beyond the confines of the floral boundaries. at times, you are not sure if they are actually flowers or a deeply woven rug.
scents abound but none we are use to. it smells of green, of growth and renewal. pleasant aromas tingle our noses and we take a mutual strong breath. this act is invigorating and we close our eyes to appreciate the pureness of the bouquet.
as we open our eyes we are connected and intimate in our exchange. our gaze is frozen and we smile at the simple peace within the moment.
we walk on slowing not wanting the end of the rug to be underfoot . we feel the wind change and it is now at our backs, the floral waves around us ebb and flow.unpredcitable and beautiful.
magnificent is the outlook, grandly magnificent.
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