Already, in the first week of February the almond blossom is in bloom. Up close each tree is an ethereal maze. From a distance the fine white and pale pink flowers add romantic mosaic to the hills. They headline the forest. In the twilight their magic pixelates to perfection.
My mind reels to think that for every ten thousand flowers there will be fifty thousand petals.
So I tell myself not to be sad when they are done, for each flower will release five fine snow flakes.
They will fall as snow,
They will drift to find shelter, embossing the earth, creating new beauty,
With a lightness of being,
And a lightness of spirit,
With the same weightlessness
as a heart falling in love
.~.