I want to be in Rikugien in the late spring, right now.

[snarp]

I was accosted by a sharp and complete sensory memory of the last of the raggedy pink blossoms falling in brief wet showers off a tree above me while I try to nap off jet lag on a park bench as tidily-dressed old folks with heavy cameras around their necks tell family stories in the gate. It's not a cherry tree, I don't think.

I should go for a walk in our own park, if I can get up. But there won't be a pink tree, or a place to have cheap matcha and wagashi on benches with nappity red coverings overlooking the lake.

I guess I can make my own tea.