This Friday was gorgeous. It all and all a perfect spring day. The sun shone so high in the sky that I had to roll up my long sleeves as I took an afternoon stroll. The dust and pollen filled my nostrils with every breath, but it didn’t matter. The day soothed my tired body.
Tokyo is on the other side of the cherry blossom peak. That is when the trees have reached past their full bloom and now are beginning to shed their pink petals like a snow flurries. The petals flutter down from the canopies above and dust the ground in their pinkness. It is a really magical time of year. A time that seems like it is snowing yet the weather is warm, and the flakes are neither moist or cold.
Wandering through a small neighborhood park I came across some mothers and their children enjoying the last days of the cherry blossoms. To be so thankful that the winter is over and that we all know the blazing heat of summer is not that far behind. But I am getting ahead of myself.
Let us pause. Take a moment to enjoy the sensation of the ever drifting pink petals. Fluttering in the wind and landing around our feet. We will have time enough to attempt to keep cool in the long humid days of summer.