For those of you who don’t live in a climate where you are gifted and/or cursed with snow for the majority of the year, you will understand the child like wonder you get when you wake up to snow.
A few weeks ago, on a much needed Friday, we had been warned about a little snow flurry in Nagasaki, a flurry that had everyone in a tither. Having lost faith in the reliability of Japanese weather I brushed this aside, expecting a dusting and maybe some ice. By Saturday night, however, a respectable layer blanketed the city of Nagasaki. Chad, Mikey, Jess , Takeshi and I were all spending the night at our friends Claire and Richards place, in late celebration of Chad’s 30th. With the house being on a hill, I fell asleep watching the snow come down in tourets, a relaxing feeling that I had never experienced before.
In the Morning, the land was white. I hadn’t seen so much snow since the time I went to Norway on a school trip when I was 11. It was wonderful! Even Chad, our token Canadian, was impressed, and that’s saying something since he’s such a snow snob*
*Snow Snob: Someone who is rightfully in the know about all things snow related and enjoys it.
After breakfast and board games (Yeah, were cool that way), we wrapped ourselves up in as many layers as we could and headed out into the winter wilderness. Due to my lack of winter coat, Chad insisted I wear his amazing Star Wars christmas jumper, a decision I was later grateful for, despite looking as puffy as a penguin.
*When you try and have a romantic snow kiss and your friend photobombs you*
The children of Nagasaki were all out in their parents, revelling in the phenomenon they had probably never even seen. It was the coldest night recorded in the last 40 years in Nagasaki, and despite the massive inconveniences it caused,I must say I am happy for the snow, and how breathtakingly beautiful it was.