on the way home tonite, i realized that the sidewalk and gutters were thick with fallen cherry-blossom petals.
i felt sad much of the day today. by the time i found the petals, i was that sort of after-sad quiet inside.
i picked up handfuls and handfuls of pink petals and threw them in the air, and they fluttered about in the light of the streetlamps, and rained around me everywhere.
once, many years ago when i was trying to decide whether the pain of existing was worth sticking around through, spring came. and i decided that flowers were enough to stay alive for.
and you know, really, i think i still feel that way. even if there wasn't anything else, i'd stick around for the flowers.