A journal by Lisa.

Yozakura

Finally, a night that has lost the chill of winter. There is a coolness that brings with it a breath of new life, whispers of growth and changes to come. In the distance, cars rush past on the bridge, their headlights little dots of white and yellow, like fireflies. In the night, when everyone is at home and asleep, the cherry blossoms continue to unfurl and drop petals on the road below.