last year you remember gasping once they were in full bloom late april. you don’t have them in texas. so to see the entire town covered in pink clouds was something that always made you tilt your head up.
but today. and yesterday. you felt instead a bit sad.
it wasn’t the nostalgia of missing people from last year when you’d walk under the trees and the blossoms would somehow get stuck in everybody’s hair.
it was instead because of all the people in a certain country who would never see a cherry blossom again. blossoms native to their country. you’re going to enjoy them in evreux in about a month. picnics. walks. smells.
but so many others won’t.
and what’s even worse is that it’s far from finished. you think about your list of european travel hiccups: volcanic eruption, french people striking, too much snow, suspicious packages, strong winds, exceptional construction work…
but nuclear radiation? that has never crossed your mind as a potential problem. you vow to never complain ever again the next time your train/bus/ride/ferry/plane/etc is cancelled or delayed.
asu araba araba to omou sakura kana
tomorrow and tomorrow
will they still be?