The last three weeks in March were beyond blessing. What ought to be a gloomy spring became a sunny one. The rains gave us mercy and space for the sun. It shone through the earth and bloomed all flowers. In pink, yellow, purple, white, and other colors that will take the whole page to be articulated here. Friends, who stayed in their lairs began to come out, embracing the warmth of the sun. Appreciating the change of this season is never this serious in the past five years I am stationed in Belgium.
It was the second week of April. As someone who’s obsessed with my own lair, I rarely leave my flat if it’s not that necessary. Only the fool stayed home on sunny days in Belgium. At this point, enjoying the warmth in cold months felt like a myth. I don’t believe in dragons either. But when they’re flying in the sky, it won’t be harmful to look them up a bit. Like the sun in this country.
A colleague told me it would be a sunny day for drinks under the cherry blossoms on a lazy Friday. I knew the crowd would be too much for me. Never say no on a good day. The same happiness never comes twice. Better regret doing something rather than not. So I said yes to that lucious offer. Little did I know, it was one of the best springs in my life. Sun, friends, and flowers are holy trinity. If only I knew that beforehand, I’d pour my heart out on the same spring that never comes the same.
All the flowers on the trees have fallen to the ground by this writing is published. The leaves have sprouted from every tip of the branches, replacing their beauty with lushy greens. We all know what’s beautiful will wither. Same for friends and the sun. They are meant to be for the present, grown in the past, and remembered for the future. The cherry blossoms under the sun do not last forever. Yet we worship them for a happiness that lasts until dawn.
