the double edged sword of spring plunges. the cherry branches blossum into rare colour beneath a sky thickened by millions of gobi desert dust particles. at 2:40pm yesterday my students said, "teacher, dinner", "teacher, it's evening", "teacher, i'm scared". i looked out the window and i could barely see the buildings across the street it was so dark. it used to be that the sun would come out to play and you'd play with it, delighting in a change that was so attractive you'd forget it was cyclical. you'd forget what you had. september and march. upside and down. will you survive?