Golden hour. Today, I saw life go by in slow motion. The train ride home was filled with golden silhouettes of commuters traveling home, school boys trekking back, and buildings rushing past.
I finally went past the "point" of my neighborhood I've never gone past before. The neighborhood seems so tiny now, life, more simple. Gravitating towards some cherry blossoms, I discovered a park. As the wind blew some of the blossoms off the trees, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Seeing the narrow road covered in pink and white blossoms almost gave me the chills. Such a beautiful season that ends too soon, just as you're about to enjoy it. In a way, I'm just starting to enjoy my time here. Yet, as the cherry blossoms begin their descent, I know I must also leave too.
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