flowering into memory
cherry blossoms always remind me of you.
we walked along the common, dusk rising up around us, the deep rose purple bruising the early evening sky, the soft light of gas lamps gentling the darkness. it had been an unseasonably warm spring day, and as we walked beneath the bower of budding branches that stretched the length of the avenue, a breeze stirred a wild blizzard of petals to shower down, enveloping us, glowing against the dark, the scented confetti adorning our hair, swirling and eddying around our feet.
it was a perfect, enchanted moment, like a scene from a movie, or perhaps a wedding. we smiled at each other in the twilight, and i nearly reached for your hand.
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