Sayonara sakura, until we meet again next spring. The rains have already stripped most of the dainty blossoms off the black-brown branches and there are already sprouts of tiny green leaves all over the trees.
This morning on my way to work, at the park, after an early-morning downpour, the fallen petals formed a thick delicate pinkish-white carpet for me to walk on and it was quite an awesome experience. Soon, the hurried footsteps of officeworkers like myself emerging from the subway will churn up mud and petals, leaving leather shoes smugded with a remembrance of ohanami. It may be noticed but most likely be wiped off.
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