Spring Dress

First sight of a ruffled spring dress

I walked past many blooming crabapple trees on the way to school in the small east coast town I grew up in. I remember their pinkness and the dark cherry colored, dare to eat one, tart fruit. They were just part of the background and landmarks on a long walk as I told myself ” I hope I’m not late.”Today, walking at a more deliberate pace I looked closely at a blossom of prairie crabapple tree and for a moment I saw a little girl wearing a pink, ruffled spring dress. The memory of myself as an innocent youth brought a momentary sweet melancholy.

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