A familiar cherry blossom tree, my perennial muse, stands quietly in a landscape touched by late afternoon light. But this place—this view—is only a conjuring of my imagination, a haven for the musing of a weary mind or the dreaming of idle dreams. It is a dreamscape but also a part of myself – painted from blurred memories and half-remembered feelings, emotions, thoughts, and dreams summoned gently from the far corners of my heart.