shh-datz.

Every time I walk by Eliot Circle
I secretly have a silent
conversation with the cherry trees:

"Will you hurry it up and blossom already?"

They get annoyed at my impatience:
"Kid, you're so restless. Will you chill and stop yer
whining?"
but then they tell me that it's coming,

any day now--

I can't wait to stop waiting. :)