Cherry blossoms in Central Park. New York City in the springtime.
We dream of springtime
with our eyes closed in winter
as snow turns from white to pink
cascading down on the backs of our eyelids
in a slideshow of a moment
that is hard to grasp onto
but difficult to forget.
There is nothing quite like springtime in New York City. This is a view of the cherry trees that line the Bridle Path in Central Park. Like autumn, spring is barely a lingering whisper that brushes up against our faces for what seems like a second.
Taken with the Sony A55.
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