Things have been difficult for me this week, but I found some peace in the middle of the chaos. Spring came, and the bare trees that stand out in front of the main uni buildings suddenly blossomed into life, all in white and pink. Every time I pass them I think to myself, "how beautiful" and think how wonderful the simpler things in life really are. And even though the blossom will soon be gone, I won't forget what it was like to walk past the trees and look up at them. This afternoon I made my way as usual to Chinese class and when I reached the building, I saw the most beautiful of all the trees, standing right there beside the entrance. The flowers were pink and floating from the branches; and they were strewn all over the grass and the pavement beside. But the branches were still heavily laden even though they fell. On the way out after CU, even more of the blossom had fallen, and now there were whole patches of them like fallen snow lying on the ground. Me and my friends immediately began to grab handfuls of them and throw them over each other; it felt so good to act like little children, completely and utterly free. And I thought, if I only keep one memory from this Spring, I want this to be it.
(These are the trees in front of the main uni buildings)