Now, the ground in Kamakura is covered with snow up to my ankle at the deepest parts. It's a little bit moist but I can hear the lovely sounds kyu-kyu in walking. The snow is flying for a while yet.
On my way back from Enkakuji, I followed the trail of the hillside. Now I'm standing on a hill with a full view of the town in the valley. Mist lies over the mountain, and it appears attractive all like snowy country.
It's spoilt by the fluorescent white lights in the station. I think the warm orange lights of incandescent
lamps would be better to shine softly upon snow scenery.
