Sitting aimlessly on the park bench and wondering about the change in the air, I tried to work out that change. The sweet aroma of the newly-bloomed cherry blossoms struck my nose. I looked up at the finely-planted rows of cherry trees which spread a pink glow against the blue of the spring sky and the lush green of the grasses on the damp ground. Colors of every shade were filled in the nature; spring has always been my favorite time of the year.

I, too, was dressed in scarlet, delighted and ecstatic to blend in with the magnificent nature. As I looked around, I found every single passer-by marveling at the splendor of the beauty. It was a pleasant view. The park, by now, was filled with people from different spheres of life: there were couples, parents some with their new-born and others holding their four-year-old by their tender hands, aged grandparents accompanied by their grandchildren and, of course, people, like me, who were there just to take pleasure in the serenity.

In the distance, some children were throwing pebbles at the bunch of crimson cherries. Children were devouring on the fallen fruits. To my surprise, a child noticed me watching them gleefully and ran towards me with a handful of cherries and offered them to me. I accepted them with a huge smile and thanked him. It was good to acknowledge some kindness and selflessness of what is left in the world of humanity; surely, this child was not yet touched by the devils of the dark. His cheeks blushed red as I patted on them softly.

The zephyr was gentle and the branches of the trees swayed rhythmically along with it. The nature was in harmony. A middle-aged woman was selling hazel nut ice-cream topped with sliced cherries to give it a touch of spring delight. I walked down to the van and helped myself with one. The sweet flavor of the tender cherries filled my mouth. As I enjoyed my cherry-topped ice-cream, something unusual caught my eyes. Dressed in a faded, worn-out shirt and ragged pants, a teenage boy was standing by the street. He was unhappy seemed hungry. It made me feel selfish to know that while I was enjoying the happiness of life, someone was forced to face the hardships of life. So, I bought another ice-cream and walked to him.

He was somewhat happy to see me; perhaps I was the only one to pay attention to him throughout the day. As I offered him the ice-cream, his eyes glowed with gratitude and thankfulness. I also took some time to talk to him. From our conversation, I learnt that his father is a day-laborer and lives in another town. He, his mother and two sisters live here in Boston while they try hard to meet ends with the little money their father sends every month. So, he tried to get a job to help with the family expenses but could not get any and he ended up begging on the streets. It was a pity to see a life being tarnished just because of poverty. As the conversation ended, I took out the bunch of cherries from my bag and gave it to him. The smile on his face was indescribable.

Now that the daylight had started to fade off, I headed off to my home. On my way, I saw a fruit store and decided to buy some fruits for my mother. As expected, cherries filled the stores. I bought a packet of fresh cherries and paced homeward. It was an amazing day. Spring had already started making its presence be felt and brought out the best in people. Spring has always enchanted me.