In central Tokyo, early cherry blossoms bloomed under rare spring snow. On a weekday night, office workers—perhaps tired after a long day—hurried past without even glancing at the fleeting beauty. I used no flash, so as not to draw attention, relying on city lights and a 1/400 sec shutter to capture the falling snow. At this quiet intersection where seasons cross, I saw not only transient beauty, but the quiet emotions of those who, though weary or hurt, continue to form the foundation of this country. I dedicate this piece to them.