I guess I didn't need to go all the way to Shiga to see snow because we had plenty right here in Kashihara this morning.
Though, sadly, it didn't pile up. Despite the fact that the snowflakes were as big as chicken feathers and it snowed non-stop for over four hours there was almost no sign it'd snowed less than an hour after it stopped. Even these rice fields were all but clear of snow an hour after it stopped.
That's the view from a fourth floor classroom of the school where I'm working now.
So, yes, it's been cold around here lately. A few days ago, I took my hand out of some hot water and noticed steam coming off my fingers that looked like smoke.
I was reminded of the Beast's claws smoking from the hot blood of a recent kill in Jean Cocteau's Belle et la Bete.
I guess it wasn't so far fetched after all.