A flock of crows fly through the copse. They do not stop to marvel at the cherry blossom. That is not their idea at all. The crows are not to be trifled with. Filleting the copse is nothing for them. They are on a mission to elsewhere. Blossom, on the other hand, conducts itself in quiet grace - almost without moving. It's almost a byword for transient beauty. Some think these things are not newsworthy. But they resonate. |