The gusty breeze rudely pushes aside the peaceful trees; casting thousands of tiny cherry blossoms into the air, like a soft, warm snow. Almost like a celebratory, spring confetti in triumph of the warmth... With the gusts of air, I am alone in my thoughts. All my troubles are still very much realized, but I am letting them become secondary this afternoon. I am entranced by the beauty of this day, and how it seems to hide it all away...