>As I walked across 28th Street to an event for work yesterday morning, my spirits soared. It was finally Friday, my weeks of work (both school and employment) were coming to a close so hopefully I can breathe a bit again, and 28th Street is the heart of the cut flower district. The sun shone, and the sidewalk was lined with plants and flowers, filling my journey with vibrant green, red, purple, pink, yellow, and blue. The air in Manhattan smelled fresh, for once. Even better, no bees hung around doing their work and scaring me. (Maybe the decided to sleep in?)
Nearing 6th Avenue, I noticed this:
If you look near the tops of the flowers at the center, you'll catch a glimpse of the white van that was hidden under the bushels of petals. The scene just made me smile even wider.