After a clear and sunny day yesterday, rain fell overnight, leaving a misty morning that feels like a quiet reset.
In contrast to yesterday’s bright daytime weather, it rained during the night, and this morning is wrapped in mist.
With the temperature already high, the rain feels like a welcome touch—just enough to refresh the air. It must have washed away the pollen as well.
It seems that the cedar pollen season is finally coming to an end. I have never checked formally, but I do not appear to have a cypress allergy, so I am hoping this marks the end of this year’s pollen troubles.
The fiscal year will end in just a day or two.
Yesterday, I hosted friends for a cherry blossom gathering, and while a bit of pleasant fatigue lingers, it was a refreshing break.
In any case, the end of pollen season is something to be grateful for.
A new fiscal year is about to begin.
The news has already begun to reflect changes in personnel, and there will likely be many shifts in roles in the days ahead.
Farewells are always a little sad, but new encounters bring their own quiet anticipation.
Between endings and beginnings, the air itself seems to change.
