A path is the promise of possibility.
A path of pink petals is the promise of possibility draped in prettiness and enchantment.
I will always choose the option of pretty if ever it’s available.
Here, our Kwanzan cherry has shed its flower petals in one fell swoop of a windy day.
What makes it all the more magical is its fleeting nature.
This scene lasted but for a few hours at the most.
After that, it was wrecked by more powerful wind gusts, battered by falling rain pellets, and ultimately shriveled in the return of the sun.
Only the memory, and these photos, remain.
A little bit of inspiration is left too, in the way that the world sometimes leaves things when it takes something away.
