Last night the west wind blew down all the cherry blossoms from the tree across the street. They landed on our side of the road, gathering in a lovely line of candy-pink bubblegum bliss along the curb. I was filled with child-like excitement to find this.
Illuminated by the early morning light, the petals seemed to glow, a hint of pink snow left behind after The Cat in the Hat and his friends had departed.
I stood there with my dog and took in the magic.
By mid-morning they had scattered and were gone.
Love this post. I have been thinking a lot lately about how transitory life is, this story illustrates it beautifully. Thanks!
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yes, fragile, illusive, beautiful…thank you!
Gather ye cherry blossoms while ye may!