Poesy

Tell Me Why the Daisies Sing

#FromOneLine №107

A large brown paper wrapped bouquet of colored tulips among a stall full of them.
Photo by Alice Dietrich on Unsplash

I only remember one time when it happened to me. When they say rose-colored glasses, it was truly — literally — as if my corneas were rose-colored lenses. I remember thinking, Pink? The flourescent lights are now pink? Even the bright outdoors in the parking lot felt oddly flooded in pink daylight.

--

--

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store