Spring in Japan

I got a message from my friend in Japan, a sharing of the seasons.  One was simply a picture of the cherry blossoms, and another with friends from the orchestra.  There were the faces of Nuria, Chiai, Midori, and Yuria.  Such beautiful faces that are as impossible as the river I used to bike along.  Spring is beautiful, but it is beautiful everywhere.  People are remarkable, because they are all so irreplaceable.  And the beauty unseen, Chihiro, sharing an appreciation of a yearly miracle, in a language that continues to fade yet be understood.