And it did.
When I went out of the Osaka Business Park station on my way to the office this morning, I thought it was drizzling. I was about to get my umbrella but I observed that instead of the wet arrows that make up a drizzle, there were tiny fuzzy white fly-like things drifting erratically in the wind. Without a sound, they vanished the moment they made contact with earthly surfaces — the pavement, my jacket, and my skin.
”This must be snow,” I said to myself, my words were wisps in the chilly air.