Cherry Blossoms from DC

I went to Washington DC on business. I didn't have time to breathe outside of conference halls. Dragging my tired heels, I took a cab to Union Station. A quiet Korean driver showed me the monuments on our way. He said, "Next week...cherry blossom festival...all this very beautiful," casting his hand over dry land on the road side. He then imitated how the trumpets would play, announcing the arrival of spring. He was on the mark with each note. I asked him if he played any instruments. "Yes, I play the trumpet," he answered. "How did you know?" he asked. "You had the right key," I smiled.

He carried my suitcase to the curb. He shook my hand handing him his tip. "Come next week...Call me when you come...It will be beautiful here," he assured.