🎨 Hello, dear artists!
At first, it’s just a hint—tight buds clinging to bare branches, holding secrets in the cold. Then, almost overnight, the cherry tree awakens. Blush-pink blossoms unfurl like whispers, soft and trembling in the breeze. The air shifts, touched by something delicate and ancient. Petals drift down like confetti, silent and slow, covering the ground in a fleeting celebration. It feels like the tree is dreaming out loud, telling a story made of color and light. You stand beneath it, quiet, grateful, knowing it won’t last. Beauty this tender never stays long—but while it does, the world feels gentler, almost kind.
Ready? It’s a moment just for you. Enjoy it! 🖼️🖌️
