‘The streets are learning
the language of plum blossom.
The trees have spoken.’
‘… It was spring,strolling forward across theearth’s surfaceat carnival pace, at the paceof a travelling fair.The highlight: blossom treesin fancy dress—some as candelabras, someas chandeliers,some in fright wigs, someas manic pierrotsthrowing sugared almonds andcherry lipsinto the streets…’
