Sakura, are my red robin of spring. I cannot rightly say like I feel summer approaching if I don't see the pink gracing the trees.
But why this picture?
What I liked about this image over all the other pictures of cherry trees I could have taken or found online, is what the wind has done. The delicate petals have been scattered among the roots, left to rot into the grass. But in the meantime, they blanket the area beneath the tree, making a soft, downy looking area that tapers away to the green grass beyond.
There's an event horizon of flower petals centered around the singularity of the tree. Do you see it? And at the center resides the sweet smell of spring.
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The rain has not treated the cherry blossoms nicely, but they are always the first breath of spring. The quiet joys of taking the long routes home-as just to pass by a few more intoxicated with every bit of their presence.
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