She has also become sensitized to the way people pronounced her name. She had not realized how much this has bothered her here in her adopted home, where, while no matter how many people called her by inventive variations of it, none would compare to that of the natural intonation and easy flow of the native tongue. And oh! Those cherry blossoms! Once a petal in its fall had stroked your face, and it does stroke you, ever so lightly, in their dying and despite their ephemerality, you feel that you have been touched by something out of this world, out of yourself, something more permanent, and something seemingly mocking, gleefully, your mortality.