I love spring in Japan. The summers are hot and humid, but spring feels like a good Irish summer. Yesterday, I finally felt well enough to venture outside to see the cherry blossoms. It’s one of the most talked about seasons in Japan, but it is fleeting. I feared that I would miss it, but there are still many flowering trees in this area.
I’m not sure how much longer the flowers will last. The streets are covered in petals and when the wind picks it snows cherry blossoms.