The cherry blossoms were certainly something to be enjoyed. They ushered in the spring for everyone, leaving the air that much sweeter. Not that Bulba really needed the reminder. He was too sweet himself, all fuzzy headed and dusting pollen everywhere.

It was easy enough to find him soaking up some rays amongst the petals. More likely he was roaming from spot to spot, seeming contemplative. A bit tense even, almost as if he were bracing for something here and there. But that came and went, often melting away into a small smile depending on who crossed his path in the cheery atmosphere.

There'd just been a lot on his mind, and spring was not a good helper.