The snow was almost good enough to snow and now it's raining and melting. When it's not raining, fog covers the land, creating a mystical view. I miss sunshine and open skies and snow in the mountains. But I am thankful, too. I'm surrounded by good folk, am in good health, and haven't had to swim in a tsunami lately. Even if I can't ski, I'm grateful for regular opportunites to swim. And I'm grateful for a friend who introduced me to Pramoedya Ananta Toer's writing. I enjoyed The Girl from the Coast, a novel about his grandmother, and look forward to reading more of his works.