[E-Magazine]: Gentle Season

In stillness, there is gentleness - like the late spring breeze and sunshine. Let the streets gently pass through each quiet note, each moment of silence - welcoming the new season and embracing peace.

The days often referred to as "the first two months of the year" are strangely delicate and restless. The streets are hazy with mist – a time of unclear season, yet incredibly gentle.

The air still held a slight chill from the north wind and a light drizzle, with mist drifting lazily over the lake in the early morning. The sleepy trees occasionally stirred, waiting for the first rays of sunlight. The peach blossoms had faded but not completely, with glimpses of late-blooming flowers still visible. Along several streets, branches of plum and apricot blossoms lay scattered, as if a corner of the forest had wandered into the city. City dwellers joyfully welcomed them and eagerly awaited their blossoms to bloom in their homes. The flowers were nestled indoors, and stepping outside, onto the streets, they were everywhere. Since when had the bauhinia flower spread everywhere? At first, just a couple of trees, then entire streets, then from one street to another, bauhinia blossoms covered the sky in bursts of bloom. White bauhinia, pink bauhinia, shy bauhinia, fully bloomed bauhinia. Exquisite, proud! Bauhinia flowers adorned the streets, like smiles blooming against a gloomy sky – bright, soft, and graceful smiles. Passersby suddenly found an unexpected joy – a joy bestowed by nature – a gentle, peaceful smile…

Before the bauhinia season is over, the white crape myrtle season arrives. Crape myrtle blankets the skies for a brief but irresistibly lovely period. While bauhinia flowers bring joy and excitement, crape myrtle blossoms are profoundly serene and deeply moving. Crape myrtle flowers are beautiful everywhere, lovely in every place. From delicate petals dangling from the branches to entire canopies brimming with blossoms, one longs to embrace the whole sky of flowers to preserve their purity and intoxicating fragrance. Although we encounter them every year, the moment when fluffy clouds drift into the city still surprises and enchants passersby. The humid, drizzly, sticky weather is compensated by these lovely encounters.

My eyes wandered over the trees, the pink and purple skies, the shimmering, pearly, delicate lace-like ribbons. The hustle and bustle had gradually subsided. Cars flowed along the street, clinging to the season through the sounds of life, a chaotic, lingering melody. My heart also softened, less competitive and harsh. Because out there, countless flowers were dedicating themselves, enduring wind, rain, cold, and decay. The street has countless seasons of flowers, but rarely do two such special colors come together so impressively. I looked up, welcoming the gentle swaying of the blossoms, my feet carelessly touching the scattered petals. Flowers befriended me, accompanying me, offering comfort and peace. I, too, silently befriended the flowers, sharing a heartfelt, unspoken harmony.

Following the path along the lake, one could already glimpse the delicate branches of the plum blossoms swaying in the early morning breeze. The plum blossoms by the lake, soft pink and slender like young maidens, were gentle yet proud, possessing a subtle charm.

I thought this season would be lovely with its abundance of blooming flowers, but unexpectedly, I also came across some trees shedding their leaves along the way. I thought spring was the season of renewal and new growth, but it turns out it's also the season when trees shed their old leaves. The banyan trees shed countless crimson petals, weaving a vibrant carpet across the streets and sidewalks. The trees, in their transformation, display their serene beauty, stirring my emotions. Even knowing that nature follows an immutable cycle, witnessing the flowers bloom, the petals wither, the leaves fall, and the buds sprout... still evokes a sense of poignant emotion.

Like the human heart, there are times of sadness and times of joy. But when faced with gloom, like the weather outside, look up; perhaps a flower is waiting there. And while gathering up the fading memories, open your eyes and your heart to welcome the new sprouts that have begun to bloom.

In stillness, there is gentleness - like the late spring breeze and sunshine. Let the streets gently pass through each quiet, subdued note - welcoming the new season and embracing peace!

Content: One Fragrance

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Graphics: Mai Huyen

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