Just in case anyone out there thinks it never snows in Tokyo, I have some pictures that suggest otherwise.

The first flurries started falling on December 29th—too late for Xmas, but just in time for the Year of the Rooster. My neighbors responded by cowering under their umbrellas, but I was too busy feeling nostalgic for my faraway hometown of Montréal. After eight years in California, it was nice to finally see the skies let loose with the good stuff.