Woke up to the first snowfall this year. Might also be the last, since snow isn't common in Tokyo.
Sorry for the weird blue tinge of the photo--I think my cell phone was rebelling.
Camera: "Everything's too damn white!"
This was Edward's first snow too. He seemed balky at first--but then he always is when encased in his ugly rain jacket. I don't ordinarily dress my dog up. But with legs that short, you kind of have to realize he'd be plowing the snow with his belly the entire walk, poor thing. When he finally stopped sniffing every square inch of ground, he kind of got into the spirit of things: jauncing about, snatching up mouthfuls of dirty snow.
I seemed to have forgotten the proper protective accessories for a stroll through a flurry. Everyone else was walking with an umbrella. Is that weird? For some reason, walking in the snow with an umbrella is something I don't recall ever doing. Edward and I were both shivering (only I was soggy) as we eventually raced home.
I need to go out and do things but the mere thought of sliding my legs into an icy pair of jeans and stepping out into that wet, freezing darkness is keeping my butt firmly pressed to the chair. If I lived in Alaska, I think I'd be agoraphobic.