When rain drops grow heavy, the kousa dogwood tree outside our front door bows low in greeting, just as its Japanese ancestors might.
Delicate geishas with powdered faces nod politely while I balance on our top step, screen door behind me held open with right elbow and hip.
I am the awkward tourist, camera in hand.
They giggle demurely behind leafy fans.
(c)2008 Kay Pere - Effusive Muse Publishing