Because it’s Tokyo, it’s very light, wet sloppy snowflakes that barely make enough snow to cover the ground, but still it’s great.
Mia and Naoto made snowmen (or actually, snow/mud/leaves men)
We bundled up and walked across the street to our favorite (read: closest) yakiniku (korean barbecue) restaurant.
What a great thing to eat yakiniku with the heat of the coals coming into your face while the large windows exhibit a pristine Tokyo (the gray concrete and dirt hidden by white).
I think we should make this a suzuki family tradition. Whenever the first snow of the year hits, we should eat yakiniku.
Naoto says that if we live in California, it won’t snow.