It’s been quite some time since this much snow fell in Tokyo. I couldn’t help staring at the swirling flakes and thinking how beautiful it all was. The cold bites at my face and makes my fingers hurt if I stay there too long, but there is a certain kind of wonder to these moments of first snow, the sight of everything slowly, slowly being covered in soft blankets of white. Branches and leaves frosting over. The lights blurred and clouded through the flurry. How peaceful the silence.