The city is blooming. White, pink, purple, yellow, and blue flowers are everywhere. As I am passing by white petals from the cherry trees shower me. The light wind is playing with girls skirts, there are more and more of them with each day. Girls are blossoming, they are pulling stylish cloths from the closets. The painted toenails are competing with flower petals lying on the side walks. This is spring. It is very elusive and shy here and summer is strong. Any day now as you come out on the street and summer had taken over the scene in one night. This year I am lucky, spring has started earlier so it seems to last longer than usual two weeks. I love this time of the year, when trees and people are waking up from the long winter dreams. The leaves and eyes shine. The voices of birds and people are resonant. The smells are more fragrant and colors are brighter. Spring is a rebirth that we can experience year after year.