Spring2

The gusty breeze rudely pushes aside the peaceful trees; casting thousands of tiny, cherry blossoms into the sky like a soft, whispering snow. It’s slmost like celebratory, spring confetti in triumph of the warmth... With the gusts of air, I am alone in my thoughts. All my troubles are still very much realized, but I am letting them become secondary this afternoon; as I am entranced by the beauty of this day, and how it seems to hide it all away...