Cherry blossoms are like sweet-faced strangers on a city bus at midnight — silent, ephemeral, dream-like.

In Japan, they represent the Buddhist principle of mono no aware: the bittersweet knowledge that everything passes.

Who is the cherry blossom in your life? Maybe it’s yourself. How will you beautify the world before you fall from the tree?

In other news, I recently discovered birthday cake-flavored ice cream. And, scene.

(Main Image via Beri!)