It is a drizzly spring morning after a night of solid rain, the windows are open, and I’m wearing one of my husband’s shirts to keep the chill off.

The perfect weather to me, this, and it really, really might mean I should live in Seattle rather than in Texas, so as to have more of it. The thing that stops me though, is the question on if it’s rarity here is what leads to my appreciation of it? If it drizzled all the time, would I love it as much? It’s the concept of the cherry blossoms being appreciated in Japanese culture not just for their beauty, but also for their transience. It has a name, its called “Mono no aware.”

We have crepe myrtles that bloom profusely 9 months out of the year here, and sometimes they stop visitors in their tracks. For us? The locals? Eh… that? That’s just a crepe myrtle, you know? And so… it’s probably like that. I enjoy the novelty of a drizzly morning with a cool breeze when I can get it, knowing it may not happen again for a long time.