I love inclement weather especially at night when the house feels like such a snug cocoon. But last night I was out walking between bouts of rain and drizzle, the fragrance of spring blossoms was everywhere. I looked up to see which trees were sending out their perfumed message, the branches were black line drawings against a putty sky. Then I saw myself walking in a japanese woodcut, the cherry blossoms in bunches, patterned paper umbrellas everywhere.
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