I stepped out of Shibuya Station and joined a gathering crowd seeking shelter from what I thought was a heavy downpour. Then I noticed more and more people around me taking photographs, getting excited, and I realized it was not rain that was falling.
It was snow. Falling faster and heavier by the minute.
Thank you, Tokyo, for making my last night here unforgettable. I’ve waited three years for this.
34, male and very Cancerian. Often irascible, even if he is prescient to his emotions. Lives for the resonance of beautiful passages, cinematic magic and aural bliss. Dabbles in 
