So fleeting, this fragile beauty.
There’s definitely a metaphorical component to watching the snow melt away almost as quickly as it arrived in Tokyo. We ended up getting 27 CM officially (just about 11″) which is a respectable snowstorm even by Chicago standards. For Tokyo it was the largest snowfall since 1966, which certainly makes it a historically important event that I was happy to be here to see.
Sadly, this being Tokyo the aftermath of the blizzard wasn’t arctic cold but 7 degree (Centigrade) weather with sunshine, so I figured I’d better get out and see some of the city before all this magic had dissipated. I decided on Shinjuku Gyoen, one of my favorite places in the world. I’ve now officially visited it in all seasons, and it looks good in any of them. But even by late this morning it was already pretty gloppy in a lot of places. I’d thought to visit Meiji Jingu tomorrow after school, but at this rate almost all of the snow may be gone by then.
Shinjuku Gyoen did look great, though. There were plenty of snowmen (including this one which somehow in a Rorschach way put me in mind of Rodin’s “The Thinker”) and still a layer of ice on most of the ponds. You’ll note what I call the “Makai Shinkai Pavillion” – as always now, occupied by a couple – with a coat of snow on the roof. Also, it’s actually Ume (plum) blossom season in Tokyo already, and some of the hardy early-bloomers were already exposing their new flowers to the elements.