I still remember riding my bike to work in Soho with wet hair and arriving with jingling frozen dreadlocks from the blistering New York City wind that blew in the maze between the tall buildings, and then suddenly the first tulips appeared and with them the slightly more mild and beautiful weather that makes the city so special in the Spring time. At this time of year, you feel hope very strongly as it floods the place with the promise of Spring and warmth emanating from every single flower on every city street.
Today was a very cold and rainy day in Shanghai, so it was an indoor day for us. A friend brought us beautiful tulips in the afternoon and they were searched very thoroughly for any sleeping fairies. One ended up sleeping in L’s room, a tulip that is, waiting for a fairy to visit at night.