The beauty of cherry blossoms inspires me. Every year, I make the effort to convince people to stop and revel in their beauty. For me, they symbolize the arrival of spring. The end of winter. An opportunity to savour the present moment. Prosperity. Joy. Beauty. Freshness. Maybe even a little bit of hope.
Cherry blossoms also remind me of the cherry tree in my parents’ backyard. In the dead of winter, their tree is barren, sparse, and diminished in its appearance. When the blossoms are in full bloom, I am reminded of the coming months’ potential.