Cherry Blossoms

Walking in the rain

Cherry blossom memories

Stage friendly takeover.

Rainy days and Sundays in Lynn Valley. Raindrops free fall from my Goretex hood onto my nose; old mints and receipts dissolve in the mini-puddles of my jacket pockets. Lynn Creek has turned into a frigid torrent. On the upside: it’s nice to come back home, shake off the rain and turn your back on the greyness outside. Still, right now I’d rather be shaking cherry petals off my shoes and wink at a a blue sky. Soon . . .