Pink flowers were glowing against the gloomy sky. I saw the sakura tree bloom for the first time in all it's glory, with petals gliding to meet the lawn. There were no words left, only a faint smile and a silent stare. It's been a long time since that smile has visited this face. Five years ago in Barcelona I was in Sagrada Familia, and even before that in Norway fjords, and a gothic cathedral comewhere in Europe.

There is now an image of pink petals engraved in my head, along with a single line that I hope to carry through my life, unchanged: be worthy to live in the world where sakura blossoms. And if your heart is in the right place and your mind is clear, you'll see it and remember, and carry it's light within you.