During the cherry peak of the spring cherry blossoms, this place comes to live; people gather round to see Sakura, to picnic under the trees on the floorboards to the left of the picture, and there are continuous festivals. There’s just continuous buzz around. After living here for 7 years you kind of get used to it, although you never get tired of it.
After the peak it’s a different story. People leave leaving us permanent residents to get on with our lives, the flowers fall (except for this lonely outcast) and everything turns to a lively green. I grabbed the camera and headed out the other day, and fittingly for a gloomy day there was a general peace and serenity of which I hope I at least captured a little bit of.
It’s a true calm after the storm.