There’s something peaceful but oh so pretty about a florist after hours. It’s almost as if time is standing still on the inside while we carry on outside.
Colours lightly accentuated by dim lights or an overactive streetlamp.
I think it might have something to do with my love of the flower market scene in My Fair Lady. Tranquil colour & beauty standing still amidst the hustle.
Just lovely (in me best Eliza Doolittle accent)