Elevator Music?

"It's so pretty." I exhale under my breathe.

There has to be a million more adequate words metaphors similes to describe to my surprise, the sakuras blossoms that have sprung up on trees that I hadn't even realised were sakura trees.

Now that I know though, I won't be able to unsee them like those oddly fustrating optical illusions. I'll be hoping for them to bloom, sooner, faster and in greater varieties of pink.

Transitional period between winter and spring which means scattered blossoms, rebirth and rain.

The air smells, perpetually, like early morning dew drops.