For the past weeks I had been checking the Sakura forecast every day, wanting to make sure that I don’t miss the moment when the cherry blossoms start blooming. Watching the blossoms is a pretty major event here, with viewing (drinking) parties, couples going on dates, and people composing poignant poems about the fleeting beauty of the cherry blossoms in particular and life in general.
Then, last weekend on Sunday it finally happened and the flowers woke up. Of course, after weeks of built up expectations I didn’t really get out to enjoy them until yesterday, missing the high-point of this season, Thursday, when the flowers were going strong and the weather was perfect. Yesterday, it was warm but also humid and cloudy. Still, it was lovely to be outside and participate in the old tradition of admiring the cherry blossom.