My best friend Q, shouted out that morning while I was having a hot (note: it’s hot, hotter than warm) bath. “Dita!!! It’s snowing outside!!” Suddenly, I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my body then ran out to the nearest window.There. I saw white sprinkles are falling from the sky. And from the night before, they are already there. The roof, the trees, the yard, the bicycles parked on the street side, all covered by white soft icy blanket.
Then I can almost hear the soundtrack of Oshin as a background. Kidding.
Call me a ‘villager’ or whatsoever. I don’t care. For I’ve been mesmerized by the first snow falling on Tokyo this winter. I know, it’s not the first snow on earth, but it is the first snow experience in my life.
Then we went out. In a little hurry, but I couldn’t stop my self from shouting gladly. Yes, I was so happy until I forgot to feel the chilly weather. I walked around and I like the watery sound my feet made when they stepped on the ground. I fell in love with the sound of snow hitting my umbrella as well.
This nature phenomenon is magnificent for me. The water formed flakes and once fell in the corner of my lips. I licked it. Chilly, but somehow I like the taste. On top of all, I like to feel them exist on earth, allowed us to have almost all white scenery. It is no different than the picture I had in mind here.
So, it is snow. The same water we drink everyday. Fascinated, I remember the turquoise blue sea I love with all my heart in Lampuu. Also the light rain I watched from the window class back then when I was in college. The notorious bunch fell from the rock in the height as well.
And aren’t we, humankind, grateful enough to have respect for it?
