In. Out. In. Out.
The cool air breathes. The sudden change in attitude, cleanliness Renewal of senses
The sakura blossoms
the varying shades of pink, white, and red brim the horizon. they sound the arrival of spring a bright green is dotted along the cracks in the cement
A cold breeze passes
It shakes the earth of its slumber, waking the eyes of daisies. It rustles the feathers perched in sakura trees
The whirl of a wind sends petals flying
Young blossoms do pirouettes around the air they dance along the warming air, they jump and twirl at a upward breeze.
as the tips of their dresses touch the pavement