Almond tree

For almost 11 months, each time I went out at the balcony of my apartment I used to see a tree which didn’t let me enjoy the view. It looked like a sleeping tree and this is exactly what it had been doing: sleeping.

Until yesterday when I saw it bloomed. Where all those flowers had been? How much time did it take it to become a real beautiful tree? Hours, minutes, seconds… who knows?

I remember the poems, back when I used to go to school, all the poems about the silly almond trees which decide to bloom in the middle of the winter knowing that they couldn’t keep there flowers. The winds or even worse the snow will left them naked again.

For the people who want to believe that all things happen because there is a reason, almond trees could symbolize those heroes who decide to do crazy things knowing that they are not going to succeed.

I prefer to think almond trees bloom because they want to break the winter speechlessness. Or they do it without any reason at all. It’s just great.