Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos

Spring has finally arrived, and it’s been a while since my last post. The cherry tree right next to my room is now in full bloom—well, perhaps about 80% open, to be precise. With rain in the forecast for the weekend, today might be the only day to witness them in their absolute prime.

Cherry blossoms are truly breathtaking. Sometimes I find myself lost in thought, wondering what kind of magnificent force could dye these trees in such a vibrant pink. This color... it possesses an extraordinary, almost overwhelming energy. It’s the kind of beauty that makes me think, "Maybe I don't need to work today."

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When I open my doors and windows, I feel as if my entire room is being embraced by this massive surge of life. It’s a physical sensation—a profound sense of being enveloped. Though their time is fleeting, the sight of that near-white pink set against the clear blue sky is simply marvelous. Words fail to do it justice.

I often think to myself: "How many more times will I get to see the cherry blossoms?" It strikes me how few of these moments we truly get in a lifetime. When you see it as a limited gift, you can’t help but hold it dear. When you realize the number is countable, you start to cherish each moment deeply.

In times like these, I always recall a line by my favorite poet, Pablo Neruda:

"Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos."

This captures the essence of spring perfectly. It’s the act of becoming transparent before a beauty so natural it may go unnoticed, yet so powerful it transforms everything it touches. It’s exactly how I feel right now—simply grateful to be part of this unknown harmony.