I was born and raised in sunny southern California, where the coldest it gets in the winter is 50 degrees Fahrenheit – if you can call that a winter. But over the past few months, the temperature in Osaka dropped to about 30 degrees at its coldest – which I was neither prepared for nor happy about. After growing up spoiled by abnormally warm SoCal winters, it hasn’t been easy for me to adjust to below freezing temperatures. I often find myself day-dreaming about 75 degree weather, checking the temperature in my hometown with envy, counting down the days until spring.
But there have been a few days this bitter winter that have made the endless shivering (almost) worth it… Like the one Saturday I awoke to the ground outside my apartment covered in a sheet of white.
Fresh snow might not sound too exciting, but I’d never seen anything like it before!
Without even bothering to change out of my pajamas, I threw on a coat and a pair of gloves and hurried outside to play with the layer of snow that had built up during the night with one goal in mind – to build a snowman for the very first time!
Stepping out into the snow, I realized that I probably wouldn’t be able to build my snowman 6 feet tall (as I’d originally envisioned it), but I did have enough to make several snowballs, which I stacked together to form its body. Then I collected a couple twigs for his arms, some seeds for the eyes, a leaf for his lips. He was no taller than a foot, and didn’t have a carrot for a nose – which I’d always imagined snowmen to have – but I was happy with him anyway.
Minoh hasn’t had another day like that since, and probably won’t for the rest of this year, but I’m glad I got to experience the feeling of waking up to falling snow – and to have practiced the renowned art of snowman-building. So I suppose winter might not have been that bad after all…
Though, I am still incredibly relieved that spring has finally arrived.