Oh sure, I’ve had my first encounter with snow before in Suwako, but it sure feels different when the snow is there when I open my front door. Everything is so white and quiet, there’s nobody outside (of course!), but there are some footprints here and there, getting fainter while the snow is falling. The owners have gone somewhere else, but the tracks stay just for a while.
My dear husband was there, holding a snow-covered umbrella in one hand, and the camera in another hand, fulfilling his wife’s request to capture the magical moment of first time. Because first time of everything is always a magical moment.