It really snowed.
The curtains were wide open, and the dazzling light shone through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, making one's eyes blur. Outside, the courtyard was draped in silver, with a thick layer of fresh snow, fluffy and spotless. Cedars and withered trees were bent under the weight of the accumulated snow, heavy and occasionally breaking with a "crack."
He held her in his arms, sitting on the tatami by the window, with a tea table set in front of them. His fair, slender hands with distinct joints held a Purple Sand Tea Pot. The orange-red tea, steaming hot, flowed from the spout into the cup.
She was entranced watching it.
