The camellia blossoms fall fully blooming to the ground, landing on the mud or moss or the wet rocks. The cherry blossom petals cover the streets like fresh snow on an evening walk. In the morning the light is grey but it is coming earlier every day, and in the evening the sun sets glowing, gold radiant light filtering through the clouds. Vignettes present themselves, I stop and snap and move along, sketches of a story to be wondered at.
