because it reminds me of circus tents? the mystery.
not sure because i am really afraid of clowns, and they wear red and white too, sometimes.
maybe the stripes of the carousel tents, the music and magic of childhood?
red and white tents in medieval towns, red and white flags flying on top of century old castles
or leading warriors on their way to battle?
maybe village flower or produce stands in france or england
or somewhere i have only dreamed of and not yet been.
not really sure, but it’s something way down deep inside.
all i know is when i see them, i stop and i smile.
just like this day on my way someplace having nothing to do with red and white tents.