Darlings

Packs of lupins parade through the ditches, unfazed when cars whip by. They’re tall, they’re overdressed, but they own it, looking like Disney princesses and smelling like pepper. The day wilts around them, but still they rise into the near-blue sky, scaffolds of pink and purple vertebrae, spine enough for every one of us who hesitates.The post Darlings first appeared on The Walrus.