There are few things in nature that I like better than pink trees. Maybe it is how much they contrast with the normally grey sky of Portland. Maybe it's that they mark the beginning of spring and promise summer is on it's way. Maybe it's because they've always been a marked sign of my happy life. I fell in love with cherry blossoms the same time I fell in love with life. And they always symbol newness and bliss. The kind of bliss that makes you almost shudder to think of how blessed you are.
It's on the same playing field as that deafening silence when freshly fallen snow absorbs and reflects all the light and noise and beauty around it. That snow that makes the sky all pink and pure. That clean white frost that covers up all the ugly that winter has left lying around. But I digress.
Back to cherry blossoms.