For hundreds, if not thousands of years the people of Japan have been celebrating spring by watching cherry blossoms bloom. From a gray, cloudy winter the soft pink petals of the blossoms are a reminder or birth and life. A quick gust of wind can send the petals skyward, then cascading down like velet snow. Their beauty is very brief, lasting only a weeks or two at most.
Today, not too unlike old Japan, people get together with friends under the cherry trees to eat, talk and, most importantly, drink. I too gathered in a park to celebrate with some of Sanami's friends, but it was too cold and rainy...
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