🌸 After the Blossoms – A Street Where Spring Lingers

 

The flowers are gone from the street. The wind has passed, but the warmth of spring remains quietly in the air.

Just days ago, cherry blossoms filled the sky, crowding every branch with soft pink clouds. Now, those petals are gone— but somehow, the emptiness feels even more beautiful.

What the Wind Took Away

The petals fell, and green leaves began to reclaim the branches. Still, the cherry blossoms haven't completely disappeared. They linger in our hearts, in faded photos, in the quiet corners of memory.

And I remember myself on that day— the way I looked up at the blossoms, the way I stood still, and the way someone walked beside me in silence.

A Street That Slows Your Steps

Now, with the blossoms gone, my pace slows down. I no longer rush to take photos, but instead pause… to listen.

The sound of birds, the whisper of wind, and a few late blossoms waving a soft goodbye.

The street still holds the memory of flowers. And that lingering feeling… it deepens the day in a way no full bloom ever could.

Digital Wanderer's Reflection
Sometimes, we feel more
not when the flowers bloom,
but after they’ve fallen.