The cherry trees at the Oregon State Capitol burst into bloom a few days ago. Hundreds of people went for walks under the canopy of petals, taking pictures of the drifting blossoms.
But while they photographed the floral display, I found myself looking at the labyrinth form of one of the trunks, the result of years of careful pruning.
Sometimes we let down our defenses enough to allow friends past the flashy outside, to see the cuts and experience that have made us who we are.
That’s when we get interesting.