Six tall tulips growing in a pot. Dark pink flowers, their petals are closed to the overcast sky. They sit by the sink to get the most sun. I look at them often.
Yesterday they brought me moments of joy. I was exhausted after a long night with a girl who decided that midnight is a better time for talking than sleeping. The flowers, my favorite, made me smile.
Today I don't need them as much. I can smile without needing a glimpse of the vibrant pink flowers against the green leaves.
Still, I look at them often.