PACIFIC PEARLS A TOPSY TURVY WORLD & PEARLS Looking out at the bay from my apartment in the wonderful city Down Under that I call my second home, I see the gun metal gray of the sky merging with silvery tones of the ocean.
In the streets, 39 floors below, minuscule, black-clad figures, some with a pop of color, hands in pockets, walk briskly to ward off the chill that signals the onset of autumn. Yes, autumn in April.