さくらseason is here. Each day more blossom petals wink their hello to Spring. Cycling to the castle, past the lake, flying through the sakura lined streets, the cherry blossom halts all on their way to living. The awe puts on the brakes, widens the eyes, grows a smile, soaks the beauty. March light is magical here, as the sun sleeps later and later. Hawks picnic on hanami scraps. O sake flows and music pulses through Ohori Koen. The smells of sweet, sour, yakitori, okinomiyaki, motsu, taiyaki filter through the blossom branches, and are temptations to stay all night under the spotlit moonlight.