If Sakura were a lady, she would be dainty, breathtaking, pride, and most of all, unpredictable. The forecast chart human created on her arrival was plainly a guide, to which it differs every year. To require her presence in a certain city on a certain period was pure luck. And luck was all we had on the very last day of our Osaka trip.
Instead of browsing dozens of websites hoping to find a real time fully blossomed photo, #sakura in Instagram is no doubt the more efficient way. Having spent a considerable amount of time filtering those in Osaka only with its location geotagged, Agnes led us to the Tsurumi Ryokuchi Park.
Then we did exactly as customary, to picnic under the sakura trees; chit-chatting while holding mouthwatering konbini food on our hands and enjoy the cool breeze that escort petals of Sakura down to the earth.
Till we meet again, Japan.
