here, there, everywhere

This morning when we left the house, it was snowing: fat, wet, lazy drifting flakes that had somehow managed to cover most of our neighborhood in a thin layer. I hadn't realized that I missed the snow in Aberdeen until then; but by the time we emerged from Shinjuku Station thirty minutes later, it had stopped and Shinjuku itself was pristine, if a little wet, with no sign of snow anywhere.

Not much else is going on: there was a small earthquake the other morning that woke both of us up; we are settling into a routine in Kichijoji - class for three hours in the morning, lunch, afternoons studying in the Douter coffee shop, where you can sit for hours as long as you don't mind sitting two inches way from the strangers at the next table, which means it's actually more personal space than the morning trains.