Hachimanyama Park has a little pond with a waterfall and some koi and is surrounded by cherry trees, of course. The cherry trees are nearing the end of their bloom and the slightest wind or shake of a tree would cause petals to fall all around like snow. It was absolutely beautiful. Yesterday, Sophie could not seem to be torn away from that pond and would drag me there with her whenever she could. She’d linger there staring into the petals floating on the water and point out shapes made by them, imperfect and ever-changing. I was so pleased and touched by her imagination and her vision. She reminded me of Anne, or of what I always wanted to be as a child: the kind who could find characters and pictures in every cloud or swirl of a flower.