Eighteen.

[steeltrap_mind]

The sakura are in bloom. Scattered petals float in gutters as I walk past- as though the sky fleetingly rains a different color.

They are soft underfoot.

OOC: Post-Hiatus: I apologize for my recent unannounced absence. Over the weekend I was in DC for Sakura Matsuri (pictures soon to come on my main journal, which is now 

Comments

[bloodwithcoffee]

Never knew you were so fucking sentimental, fearless leader.

[steeltrap_mind]

Didn't say I liked them.

[bloodwithcoffee]

Didn't say you didn't, either.

[steeltrap_mind]

It isn't an issue of particular gravity.

[bloodwithcoffee]

Sounds like a yes, there.
How fucking romantic.

[steeltrap_mind]

It's the death that garners my attention. If that is romantic I may reconsider my view of the word.

[bloodwithcoffee]

Spring pretty much represents rebirth, so you got it all wrong there. But many people find that pretty damn romantic, too.