white

the sun comes out and for a few hours we have blue skies

we go in search of blossom

but it is almost impossible to photograph

the wind catches the petals and blows them about

in the end I have to to hold the blooms still.

and it reminds me that we need to remember to be still, 

to stop and pay attention to the world around us, 

because so often it is rushing past,

 like the wind.