New Beginnings

At the entrance to the property stands a tree. A cherry tree. Despite the wind and the rain and the snow engulfing us the first day we put the key in the door, it stood there blossoming as if none of it mattered, glowing in a total disregard for adversity, blanketing the cold ground in pink softness.

I forget sometimes that it always comes round again. The softness. The colours.

This will be my reminder.