I walked into work this morning. The cherry blossoms are beginning to fall from the trees, creating a light pink carpet on the sidewalks. I’m reminded of the petals a flower girl scatters before the bride at a wedding. This, in turn, leads me to think of the coming of the Sabbath, which in the Jewish tradition is often pictured as a bride. Even though it is only Wednesday, it is as though the world itself is reminding me to look towards Friday night and the coming Sabbath.