You won’t see it often. Most of the year, it stands quiet—bare, even—waiting. Then, after months of drought, one heavy rainfall hits, and boom: a sudden burst of golden-yellow blossoms, glowing like sunlight. Just like that, in three days, it transforms into something unforgettable.

There’s something incredibly moving about that. The idea that beauty doesn’t have to be constant. That it can arrive all at once—brilliant, bold, and perfectly timed.

So here’s your permission slip to dress like the Kibrahacha blooms. Not every day needs to be curated to perfection.