Fleeting

The cherry blossoms are already fading.

So it goes with the good things that are sensitive to time.

At least it can be captured in a photograph.

Not so of a song or a taste.

Speaking of taste, we had steelhead and homemade bread, dipped in olive oil, for dinner. Courtesy of my talented husband. He timed it just right. The temperature and freshness of both seemed equal, making the sensory experience quite remarkable.