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Japan
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By Sasha Gill
Published 2019
The first time I saw snow, I was in Japan. It was everywhere, like a glittering blanket of powdered sugar. It transformed the concrete jungle of Tokyo into something quite ethereal.
Going to Japan in the bitter depths of winter might not seem the smartest move. Why miss the chance to picnic under clouds of cherry blossoms in the springtime? Or in autumn, with the blazing copper of the turning leaves? But I was enchanted. Being cold – really cold – was a new feeling for me. Winter, I declared, is my favourite season… even though I would later discover how much I disliked it.