Sometimes We Are the Only Ones With the Power to Make Our Fantasies Come True

Blossom rain on a summer's day.

Image by Arno Smit on Unsplash

I distinctly remember being a child staring out of my bedroom window, watching the blossom trees on the small patch of green between the buildings of our council estate.

I remember wishing I could go down and lie under them as they showered me in soft…