The winter before last was particularly snowy. The image above shows Nobita calling for help, Shizuka about to suffocate, and Doraemon already buried. My hometown is home to the authors of the popular manga series Doraemon, so characters from Doraemon are all over my town.

By the way, I received a suggestion for a change to the title and the last sentence of my post from the day before yesterday; I have a love-hate relationship with snow was recommended as a better alternative to I love and hate snow. However, the phrase love-hate relationship didn't click with me, and I considered why and realized it was because it somehow sounded as if snow loved and hated me. I didn't expect it, but this thought led me to realize why I feel snowy landscapes are beautiful. It's because snow, weather, and nature are all beyond us and don't care about us.

Perhaps this post contains gaps in ideas, but I'd like to think about the title of my post from the day before yesterday more.