Under the Blossom Rain

#springwander There are moments when petals fall so steadily, it feels like standing in a quiet snow. The air fills with soft movement, the ground slowly colors with delicate pinks and whites. You stop walking, just to feel part of it. Hontanilla becomes a cathedral of bloom, and the blossoms bless you like light from above. You leave petal-dusted and peaceful. Almost reborn.