Cherry blossoms

[hummingwolf]

I must have seemed one of the more flaky sorts of tourists today, frequently stopping to rest my hands on the warm rough bark of an older tree as my eyes followed its twisting branches and lingered on the flowers blooming in such profusion. I have walked far more than I am accustomed to do and cannot regret it, though I may be unable to do much of anything tomorrow. I feel as if I have spent the day precisely as it was made to be spent. This was a day for contemplation of beauty: any other occupation would have been a waste of its gifts.