I’m at the counter at Schaller & Weber in Yorkville—in the midst of many others—patiently waiting to order some potato salad to take to my friend Sally’s Fourth of July gathering.
A man cuts his way through the crowd of people to talk to the young woman standing beside me.
What would it be like to be a bird-of-paradise in sunny Venice, Florida?
Like any other beauty, I assume.
Unique. Gorgeous. Unusual.
Admired and envied.
The focus of many.
As Rose (Barbra Streisand) asks her mother, Hannah (Lauren Bacall), in The Mirror Has Two Faces—one of my most favorite movies—“How did it feel? Being beautiful?”
The bird-of-paradise is adorned in bright orange and blue, with sturdy, abundant green leaves and stalks.
It is exotic, tropical, regal…
Complex.
And it makes you feel that way when you regard it, especially if you’ve rarely encountered it before.
But—no matter what you think of it … or others think of it—it is beautiful because it knows it’s so.
She looks elegant in a spaghetti-strapped sequined top of bright orange…classy black slacks…and stunning, sleek, jewel-studded black Manolos.
He looks dapper in trendy glasses and a stylish button-up, with clean, crisp, blue lines…fashionable jeans…and pointed, lace-up, luxurious leather Cubans.
They are both a little under-the-weather. She said he had been coughing all night and she had to take a nap during the day because she had started to feel sick.
“You know how it suddenly just starts to come on, and you start to feel it?” she asked me.
“I sure do,” I answered. “But—don’t worry—you still look great…and I absolutely love your shoes.”