In the midst of a typically rainy, coolly mild Pacific coast winter, I stare from windows often at the rain slanting down. Sometimes it's the horizontal rain that the locals brag about, other times merely the mist we tend to ignore after a while, going out without umbrellas, which are the sure sign of a tourist.Against a dark background, though, are the bright stars of blossoms on our cherry plum tree bursting out from full buds humming with life, with potential.
