After 25 years waiting I had finally made it, and watched in wonder as the garden seemed to get bigger with every minute I spent looking at it. Afterwards Y. and I sat in the quiet tofu restaurant and looked out at the falling snow. A woman sat in front of us - her gaze too lost in the brightness beyond the picture windows.
A trick of the memory: some time later we couldn't agree on whether the snow had been falling straight down - or blowing horizontally.
Whichever it was, we did both remember it as a day of utter tranquility.