Some pretty sakura back-dropped by a calm and still lake. The Japanese love watching the sakura during its flowering season, and generally go all-out to have picnics in area where sakura bloom. Music, food, alcohol, noise and long queues generally follow. The more traditional slice of Japanese society tend to be more restrained during hanami, and in the less popular areas, it is not uncommon to see folks sit quietly on benches, bearing silent witness as the flowers bloom and fade, a testimony to the cycle of life.
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose, and having no time we must
scramble for our chances. We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to
every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is
empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be
but I find that yet there is time.
– Rabindranath Thakur, Gitanjali