In Japanese culture, the cherry blossom tree symbolizes life’s fragile beauty. It is overwhelmingly beautiful yet ruthfully short.
As the seasons change we wonder how we could have spent months layered under cashmere and wool, gloves and hats, scarves and thermals. It seems like a lifetime ago but so did summer a few months back.
Here we are, the time speeding by and the cherry blossoms already expiring.
It seems like hibernation was a state of being just a few days ago and now the birds are louder, the air is warmer, and the days are brighter.
A sense of revival overcomes us as mother nature melts the frozen and nurtures the earth.
And although we are hoping to fast-forward through mild and feel the heat, we must remind ourselves that maybe forwarding through the less extreme is the most extreme thing we can be doing.