Why is this Super Ordinary?
We tend to overlook the beauty at our feet in favour of the blossoms in full bloom overhead. Even in decay, there is a kind of beauty involved in these petals. Once petals start to fall - they are regarded with tinges of sadness before they are seen as a nuisance and quickly swept away by locals.
Sakura season was a weird one this year, and it taught me many things about Japan.
One lesson was how difficult it is for Japanese people to keep away from gathering in groups to sit beneath the bellowing pink blossoms regardless of the COVID-19 threats.
The other thing that I learned was more about myself. As much as I adore gazing up at the efflorescent clouds of pink, I also enjoy the pools of patterns made by the fallen petals. Floating on water, strewn across pavements, pooling in gutters and filling in cracks on the roads. Battered and bruised as they often are, they are an alluring curious kind of confetti.
