Real is rooted in place

San Francisco is getting what is needs -- rain.  Rain again predicted today but right now, sun with assertive clouds.  This is the real in this place.  In NYC, my former real place, there's different perspective, a different feel.  No ambiguity.  Winter storm:  strident snow.  So I'm sending assertive yellow to my friends back East and through the country.  Not that I'm damning snow.

Each bloom is an egg yolk.
Each bloom, a haiku.