I write this sat donned in my woolly hat, scarf, overcoat and legwarmer’s. My fingers are frozen because I can’t type in gloves. The winter weather has struck a nerve and I fear I am as bitter as the cold. The temperature is causing a few minor anger management issues and must keep reminding myself not to take it out on friends, students, flatmates, colleagues, fellow commuters, the cashier at 7/11 and Japan.Yesterday I opened my door to snow covered rooftops and giggled in girlish excitement. Being only the 3rd time I’d seen snow I was eager to embrace its frosty beauty. By lunchtime the novelty had completely soaked through and I was convinced that hell had in fact frozen over. Going to work is hardly fun however it is considerably less fun when you have to waddle through the treacherous snow wearing your entire wardrobe in layers, dodging puddles & slip, trip & skating on ice patches.
Just quietly, I found these photos of Tokyo (taken in the last few days) on the web.
