ruched beach hat

It’s late spring in Keukenhof and a cosmic prairie of daffodils, hyacinths and tulips comes alive in shapes so fluid my vision blurs. A familiar sense of freedom washes over me. Time bends. Space folds. Suddenly I’m elsewhere. Gazing at the past through a joyful new lens. It’s a lightspeed rainbow round trip of psychedelic skies and good vibes. Pockets full of sunshine, I return. Forever a flower child, forever a hippie at heart.