It doesn’t really snow in Tokyo. I’ve been here so many times during January and February where a minor flurry in the air was the most of a winter I’d experience. Unlike New York, I don’t need a hideous puff jacket or water proof insulated boots. If I wear a hat, it’s an accessory, and my tights are a single layer.

The other night it did snow, it looked like out of a movie. In an hour or two the ground was thick and white and untouched. James and I listened to Erasure- Always for the 30th time and headed to Yoyogi park to take some pictures.

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