On a recent stroll with Baby M, I witnessed something breathtakingly magical. The cherry trees on our street have exploded into seas of bright pink.
I stood under that tree and looked up at the clusters of fluttering petals. I wondered at the fragile beauty, trying to cement the images into my brain. I always feel a bit wistful at moments like that because I know how fleeting this beauty is.
Knowing that my brain will fail me once again in retaining that moment, I took about a hundred photos so I could remember.Every cluster, every individual blossom, every petal–I wanted them all captured.
Sure enough, a week later, armed with my camera, I was passing by the same tree…
It’s as if Spring has come and gone within the span of that one week…
Till next year, then, you gorgeous cherry blossoms!