When All the Trees are In Bloom
On returning.
During the spring of 2020, I read somewhere that dinosaurs ate magnolia blossoms. I didn’t really care to verify it—one of those things that felt true enough—and I have gone on believing it, and now I am telling it to you.
I found it comforting at the time. Actually, I liked the idea so much that I made it the title of a playlist that I put on over and over. As we were all living through a world-historic disaster, dinosaurs ate magnolias made me think, well, the dinosaurs are gone, but the magnolias are still here.
Now, after a string of warm days, all the trees are in bloom again, seemingly all at once, and the other night, the Esplanade was absolutely packed with people taking pictures of or in front of them. I was annoyed—sheeple!—until I remembered how many shitty pictures I’ve taken, year after year after year, of the flowers. Just one of many beings, across many millennia, pleased to find them.