The Sakura is something that I didn’t understand at the beginning. I remember my first years, when I was looking at the flowered cherry trees with indifference, taking a photo from time to time. I recall how I looked with surprise the passion of hundreds of Japanese people gathering around the trees and spending the day chilling. After several years my indifference has been transforming into love of the Sakura. I guess it’s like wine or bitter chocolate, it’s a matter of learning how to appreciate it.
It’s not only one flower, it’s all that is represents. The change from cold to warm weather, from the gray skies of winter to the blue skies of spring which melt with the white of the Sakura. The smiling crowd flooding the streets and the parks of the city, making you forget the non-stopping flow of salaryman dressed with dark suits that clog the subway stations during rush hour.
Although I had been waiting for the arrival of the Sakura, it caught me off guard. I was not expecting it to be so beautiful. It surprises me every time, I don’t get used to it. The problem is that not only it surprises me when it arrives, but also when it leaves. One day you leave home in the morning and you see flowers everywhere, one week later you start seeing petals on the sidewalks, and when you less expect it, the Sakura is gone! Sayonara! See you next spring!
These are some of the photos that I’ve been publishing in my instagram during the last two weeks:
I obtained the last illustration by playing with the app Paper 53 in my iPad. Inspired after painting I wrote a haiku. What is your haiku of the Sakura?
In the blue sky,
a sheet of sakura sakura,