There's been a bag of tulips haunting me since November. I was supposed to plant them before the ground froze, but I was preoccupied with the basement flooding and other things I can't remember now. Anyways. The bulbs started sprouting in the bag. They looked desperate. I thought I should try putting them in the dirt.
I felt like I was planting easter eggs.
And, then it snowed. The clean, cold, glittery kind. When I left my friend's house at midnight, it was everywhere and over everything.
All day, I wondered about the kindness of strangers and how sometimes miracles occur one minute at a time.