3/20/2013
Cherry Blossoms.
Cherry blossoms fell in what seemed like slow motion all around me. Everything was peaceful, serene, and sublime. The world was quiet and breathing. It seemed like reality was waiting for me to wake up, as everything just seemed to defy it. Even though perfection doesn’t exist, I can’t help but feel that in some forms, it does. Sometimes, a situation, object, or person is just so right that there is no other way to describe it other than it being perfect.
This moment was one of those little pieces of perfection. It was right. It was infinite. It was here. The early spring breeze caressed my skin, and played with my hair. The air was seemingly infused with life and everlasting tranquility. The only movement was the dropping of the cherry blossoms and the methodical rise and fall of my chest.
Even though I was physically alone, I didn’t feel so. It was one of those crazy moments where you could almost feel the Earth moving and living, as if we were attached in some way. Everything had a glow that seemed so very terrestrial. It was spiritual.
I felt saddened for a moment, knowing that soon, the cherry blossoms would all fall off, and this place’s magical touch would disappear. I almost wanted to stop time completely so that the cherry blossoms could be here for a while longer, so that I could bath in their aerial grace. However, I found content knowing that they would be back next year.
So I let them fall.
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