The Ephemeral Cherry Trees

I breathed deeply. The soft spring air touched my cheek gently and tenderly. The rows of cherry trees were in full blossom. They made long arches like a tunnel. Ever since I was a little child, this had always been my favorite park. As an innocent little girl, cheerful and full of energy, I had played most every day until the skies took on a wine hue, and my mother came to take me home. Read More …