Yesterday N and I took a walk down to Zenpukuji Park. It was a day that poetry is made of. The sun sprinkled through the cherry trees lining the "river" and as we strolled, sakura petals fluttered down kissing our cheeks and peppering our hair. N is the kind of person you feel comfortable with immediately. I will surely miss our rendezvous, infrequent though they were. She shared a story with me. That very morning she noticed two men walking together along the tree-lined road near her home. One man was clearly blind, but he was enjoying himself immensely, moreso than any of the other passersby. He seemed to be floating along, she said, basking in the sunlight and cool breeze. Her words touched me and enhanced the beauty of the day I was experiencing. I love spring.
Here are some of the views we enjoyed. The photos don't really do it justice, unfortunately.
The "river"
Petal carpet
Me n Sienna
Gratuitous baby shot
Why so concerned, little one?
