

Cherry Blossom Girl.
Experiencing the ‘cherry blossom falling’ moment, right at the very place where I live. Some petals were as white as lace silk and bone china; others, hinted with hues of fluorescent warm pinks.
In Singapore, you never thought you’d get to a chance to an occurrence of spring, where the flowers bloomed, in spirit with air so crisp and clear that your lungs flutter; like gills underwater. It was time to breathe.
I was breathing, after so long.
