Taylor St. is always the first tunnel of trees to turn pink. The arrival of this gauntlet of blossoms is an event I look forward to throughout the winter. I almost never go down this street except for the week or so that the plum trees (I think) are in bloom. The air here is barely sweet and incredibly delicious. I can't imagine I'm the only one who strolls this path this time of year, stopping every few feet to breath as much spring into my blood as possible.