At the Sock Hop

Driving down the street today I felt like I was an observer at some strange school dance. On one side of the road the cherry trees were in full bloom; girls adorned in their frothy billowing pink and white dresses standing daintly in a row. On the other side of the street, branches bare and naked; skinny awkward boys lined up clad in their uniform of adolescent conformity.

Two lines facing one another: waiting for one blossom or twig to waft down in the middle and start the swirl of movement and colour.

*It was truly a strange movement driving past two rows of cherry trees: one side in full bloom and the other just beginning to awaken. Could one side catch that much more sun than the other? Perhaps they are different types of trees?
It looked something like this except the flowering trees on my street were a mix of white and pink blossoms and the trees were very full and rounded. The bare trees were more of a dark nut brown with the branches reaching in all directions. I would have taken a photo with my new phone but seeing as I haven't yet even mastered how to turn the thing off, it is safe to assume that really wasn't a feasible option.