"It's already April," I said.
"A lot of snow," the waitress replied.
I had seen the heavy rain when having my dinner in a steakhouse, but it became the heavy snow when I was leaving.
"Snow and cherry blossoms," continued the waitress.
What a rare combination. I was not interested in cherry blossoms at night. I did not like snow at all. But I took a detour to see the cherry blossoms while snowing.
