Viewed from above, the tulip fields of Holland unfold as an endless composition of rhythm and repetition. Lines of soft pink extend toward the horizon, where the light blurs the boundary between earth and air. The landscape transforms into an abstract geometry. A balance of structure and serenity, of nature shaped by human order. Let yourself be carried along by the silent flow of rows and light, where perspective dissolves and the familiar becomes form. A meditation on distance, growth, and the quiet precision of spring seen from above.