Today was by far the warmest date so far this year (according to me, but maybe not technically speaking) and I spied some cherry blossoms falling off the trees in the wind, and soft little baby leaves beginning to take their place. I will miss the blossoms when they're all gone, but am equally excited for the new greenness. So, then I wrote a cheesy poem...
The screeching halt of the train
Is the rich, low blow of a trumpet,
To me
The rustling of branches,
A choir of voices
The flapping of wings,
A round of applause
