The air is sweet, tangible, and warm against bare skin. I half close my eyes and the world blurs; an array of pinks, blues, yellows, colour, life.
It's been so long. 80 days this year alone, before the first blossom, but it's here. Pink like childhood; a faint taste of vanilla, strawberry, sweet candyfloss. Minuscule petals drift, faintly falling to my hair, like little love heart sweets. 'Be mine?'. I raise my arms and swirl in the light, because I can, because I feel alive.
Almost able to breathe the summer air. So close.
Today, as I was walking home from school, I saw next door's tree in blossom. Finally. Yes, it made me very excited; hopefully our garden is next. But I had to take a photo, so I stood and swirled with my camera beneath the tree, just hidden from window view. Unfortunately not from the keen sense of their dog's smell - the crazy thing started having a minor fit at me so I upped and left. I swear that dog is evil.
So little time, so much to do.