Cloudland

[akirlu]

I came home from San Francisco to find spring. My office is temporarily in the clouds. My windows face the quad, and each of the main walks around it is lined with vast, venerable Yoshino cherry trees. The weekend of Potlatch, the whole ancient mass of them burst into full flower all at once. Now I can't see the buildings across the way for the intervening massed bunches of pale pink blossom. Especially in the fierce sunshine, prospect of blooming trees just outside the windows make it seem as if you're looking out over great, boiling pink cumulous clouds. It's magical. Every person who walks in loses track of their business and has to say something about the view, even now when the blossoms are past their peak and the air if full of pink petal confetti.

The weather has been perfectly glorious. Cloudless, empyrean blue skies and bouts of t-shirt weather at noon time. If there's a better place to be living at the moment, I'm not sure I want to know about it. It might be fatal.

The pub meet at Big Time was good. They had a really nice Belgian-style on tap, and we managed to put together several tables just where they would catch the breeze from the door. Just shy of 20 people attending, with some new faces and a serendipitous out-of-town visit from kateyule and davidlevine, in town for a square dance event. The noise level was a little high at times, but livable and I was actually pleased to see that they've pulled out the cd jukebox, because having loud music with those acoustics just isn't conducive to much of anything.

Welcome, spring. Time to get the cat shaved.