“And then one day, you fall asleep underneath it… and have this amazing dream that it bloomed right before your eyes, surrounding you in light pink flowers. And then the wind comes and blows through the flowers, and shakes them loose…so there is pink snow falling around you… seemingly from Heaven. And you feel beautiful and alive and free. And then you lay on the ground in this blanket of pink snow… and you breathe it in so deep… because you are so afraid that you’re going to wake up and it’s all going to be gone,”

- A quote from Running Into Monet, by Camile Arnone

Those who know me best, know how symbolic pink trees are to me. It’s always been my vision of love. Standing beneath these beautiful trees this time of year, I feel at home. I am reminded of my beautiful college experience; walking thru my quad with old friends that just got “it.” I am reminded of writing my first full-length play, Running Into Monet, which is centered around this symbolism. I am reminded of what I’m capable of doing when I put my mind to it. And I’m reminded that beautiful moments are sometimes as fleeting as the two weeks of pink trees in the spring… but I guess that’s what makes them so precious.