>> The city bought those flawed bulbs everyone is talking about, the ones that turn purple as they age. They dyed the street a pale artificial violet. It was beautiful. It made you smell perfume in the cold air, lilac and lavender, scents of spring and late summer. <<

Now I'm imagining that the bulbs, rather than being electronic devices, are instead the kind that produces flowers, and gets planted in the ground -- and wanting someone to spin a story out of it. May I keep it toward that end? If anything comes of it, I will pass it on to you.