Hustle bustle hurry dash It's a mid March Monday morning and people are making their usual rush to the station I need to take an earlier train today thinks a young lady as she quickens her pace
Not looking forward to the math test says a girl to herself dragging her feet Why am I always late thinks a boy as he sprints past
The next morning it all starts again people striding striving to catch their train All buttoned up against the late winter chill their eyes fixed on what lies ahead
The wind is still cold But little by little the days are getting longer and warmer The Sakura trees understand this all too well
