March in Tokyo always feels like a bit of a tease as expectations of immediate warming are invariably let down, which is a feeling probably stemming from childhood in southern Australia where there is a clear demarcation in the transition from summer to autumn.
And today we got snow, albeit little more than a spattering that will probably be washed away in a couple of hours. But more snow is expected on Friday, too.
To be fair, the cold lingers way longer than I expect it to every year, only because I want the warmth quicker. And I am well aware through daily cycling that it’s not really until the last third of April that we can expect consistent warmth.
I’m glad for the warmth of friends, family, fellows and colleagues at the moment because I’m feeling the cold in many more ways than just the weather. So it goes.
