Monday, February 25, 2008

Cherry Blossom

Today, walking home from aquafit, I stood for a while in the silence. The streetlamps on my road are clear white rather than sodium yellow. Beneath one light, an ornamental cherry tree grew. As I looked up the soft white light filtered through the tree's early white blossoms. Their translucent petals seemed to glow against the night sky. I looked and looked, standing still in the quietness. You cannot steal images, only burn them in your mind. When I went to walk off again, beneath my feet, the tree was a dark sillhouette against the grey pavement, the regularity of the blossom shapes intersecting the random, organic twists and meanders of the branches. Each streetlamp left a pool of sharp vision in the landscape of surburbia ahead of me.

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