Walking back to my car from the meeting this morning it felt in slow motion and I was caught off guard by the splendor. It is not often one would describe a dreary grey morning with the sky drizzling on your sweater as beautiful. Somehow I intuitively dressed to mirror the day and I could not help but let the thought of this paradox muster a smile. All the warmth escaped me as the wind blew across making the small hairs on my body rise from the chill. It was bright, so my eyes took a defensive stance against light and windy elements retreating into their squinted position. I felt intrinsic in that moment as though I were one with all the elements around me. Stopping for a moment to take it all in I watched as the cherry blossoms elegantly twirled across the rough concrete and made their way in little whips of air to surround me. It felt almost as though spring was working to enchant me as she danced around me ever so slightly brushing my cheek with her effervescent kisses.
I stopped momentarily savoring the complex layers of perfection. It is rare that you notice when such moments cross your path as we are so often caught up in the rest of the world. Spring in the air passed into my lungs and filled my body with a strange fulfillment. I promised myself to capture this image. Closing my eyes I panned across the scene retrieving each synapse as a still frame in my mind. I knew the memory could not entirely be capture this experienced in all the sounds and sensations. So I write this today as an observer and documenter.
Somehow I feel like I a meant to write this to capture today for some reason. Only time will reveal the mysteries of spring...I am excited to see what secrets she is yet to unravel.
