Poesy

Tell Me Why the Daisies Sing

#FromOneLine №107

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.