“Oji-chan,” she’d say, tugging his wool sleeve. “When is Japan’s snow season?”
“Ah.” Her grandfather’s eyes twinkled. “February is the heart. The Sapporo Snow Festival carves ice into castles. The monkeys in Jigokudani sit in hot springs with snow on their heads like little old men.” when is japan snow season
But it was her grandfather’s secret map that held the answer. On it, he had drawn Japan as a dragon. “Oji-chan,” she’d say, tugging his wool sleeve