February 13, 2018
Stopped in traffic, I looked up and saw what appeared to be a massive, truly gigantic tulip blossom on a tree. As I looked at it more closely, I decided no, it was a checkered fritillaria: the blossom pointed downward, with purple and almost silver alternating in sequence. I then caught myself: more than twenty feet off the ground, more than two feet in length? Definitely not a flower blossom. When rational logic kicked in, I saw it was a deflated mylar balloon. I then smiled over the untrammeled workings of the mind: trying to find beauty everywhere I look.