#nihonjinron

It snowed in the bamboo forest. I did not care. I went to the forest at night. I did not mind the cold for I was born and raised where there were four seasons. Winters was always cold. There was always snow. Otherwise, I would have not called it much of a winter.

Here, many folks think Japan is the only country with four distinct seasons. I gave up years ago trying to dispel that. But it is always nice to see the rare little snow storm in Tokyo in spite of the chaos it causes. Because I, a fellow from a land where winter actually meant cold and snow, can imagine that there is a winter in Tokyo. For a day.