Perfection

The early winds of spring whipped his hair about his face, it was too long and needed cutting weeks ago but he'd let it grow. He heard the bus pass behind him and considered turning to see if he could see her but decided that it would only make the separation harder. Long gardens bordered the road, pathways to the houses at their head, familiar houses he passed almost everyday of his life took on a new facade, all the world did once he'd left the joys of her embrace.
His eyes strayed across the scene before him, to the small saproling, barely covered in the glorious pink of fresh cherry blossom. His ears were filled with the usual and comforting music of the suburbs, and the hard tread of his feet on the tarmac. A young boy rode his bike down the other side of the road, he glanced over and felt the smile invade his lips and the strange feelign of longing and regret in his heart. He'd reached the cheery tree and its mild fragrence filled the air about it. The wind caught a loose blossom and it brushe dhis cheek before it was lost forever, the rest seemign all the more beautiful as the finality of there nature registered. As he neared the end of the raod he looked about him at the perfection that surrounded him, the still quiet that was both dull and exhilerating, and he laughed thsi is what he wanted, what he wanted to explain to her, how she had made him weep more than once, he felt a calling a perpose to his life in this small suburbian street and he laughed. He reached the end of the road and continued the walk home.