As I walked to the train station, I noticed buds on the trees.

“These are the signs of spring,” I thought and it thrilled me a bit.

A little further on I saw this tree beginning to blossom. It reminded me of cherry blossoms, something I’ve only seen in pictures. This year, I’ll try to go to a cherry blossom festival, or at least to see the blossoms. There’s something about a blossoming tree that makes me feel light inside. It’s a little reminder that after the stark nakedness of winter, comes life.