It's becoming a tradition for me to go down to DC during the cherry blossom festival and take a luxurious nap surrounded by tourists and falling petals. I did it last year and again this past weekend when a friend and I arrived mostly through dumb luck during "peak bloom."
I'm not sure what it is about cherry blossoms that I find so relaxing. I don't think they're the most beautiful flower; I can't even tell them apart from dogwood trees. But they bloom for so short a time, it's like nature is painting a swirling landscape that will be blown away by the next strong wind. A nap must be my way of enjoying the calm and beauty around me because I usually experience the same drowsiness when I'm at a museum. The key difference of course is that nobody kicks me out of the cherry blossom festival when I put my head down and drool on the ground for a couple of hours.