I have to say I miss springtime in Vancouver. This has something to do with its 36,000 cherry trees.
Now London doesn’t have entire streets, hundreds of them, completely lined with blossoming cherry trees:
But the ones there are have exploded, and are leaving pink fluffy linings in many of the gutters, and bringing back fond memories for me as well. One of my absolute favourite things to do is ride my bike alone in the dark, and feeling of exhilaration I derive from it is exponentially higher when it’s a warm spring night and the air is heavy with the scent of cherry blossoms.
This has only happened to me once in London so far, but between March and May in Vancouver I’d find myself riding through the dark fragrant streets night after night. It’s almost intoxicating.