There I will be, under the peach tree

I was due for something good. It came this weekend, unexpected. I'll savor it, even if it doesn't flower. I think I'd like it to, though. I am due. I'm being vague, yes, but only because I feel it's the right course of action, for now at least. It's enough to know my spirit was warmed, gifted with a glow that hasn't waned yet. I sit and savor.