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Bryant Park, toward the southeast
All right, so you don’t have to smell them. You only have to look.
But really, what harm is there in filling your lungs with their perfume and your heart with joy, however ephemeral?
If you prefer to whine, “Oh, but you never know when a bee might be hanging around!” then you don’t deserve even a look, let alone a smell. Don’t slow down, grumpy loser. Speed up instead, and get back to your cubicle and the stale odor of withering failure.