Snow and Snow

We saw the sakura snow when you were here. The road was in spotty pink and pink snow was falling from the branches onto our umbrellas.
This afternoon I went there to see the real snow. I've never seen Kinuta in white. A few groups of families were making snowmen in the snow ground. The clean virgin snow was so peacefully covering the mud. My feet was frozen under the snow and my jeans was wet. I didn't mind, as the scenery had drwan my attention and taken my breath away. I picked up a broken branch, wanted to write something on the snow, but I had nothing in my mind.

I wanted to lie on the snow.

Over the ocean people were suffering from snow; snow brought smile for people here. How ironic.

Same place, different snow, different feeling.

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Went to an onsen nearby and it's been ages since last time I had onsen in snow when I was in Hokkaido. The feeling is still fantastic when snow was falling on my shoulder and melted in the hot water. Nobody around was talking, all were looking up to the snowy sky.