It's the time of year to write about the blossoms, how full and lush, and lovely their fall. How they remind us of the changing of the seasons, of the delicate beauty that is spring.
This morning someone stole my bike. Just - took it.
Last time I moved residences, the car was hit and run the week before. This time it's the bike.
Just - gone.
Yes, it's damned unfair. Yes, I called the cops. No, they haven't found it yet.
And it's the weather for riding, too. Beautiful, lovely.
Cherry blossoms fall. No bike. Damn.