The beauty of Kinkakuji inspires incredible emotion. Especially when shrouded in winter snow, it exudes a breathtaking brilliance. Set against the white of the snow, the dazzling gold of the temple caresses the eyes, and the soaring Phoenix seems to burn amidst the cold of winter. To view Kinkakuji in this state is a truly memorable experience. The fallen snow absorbs nearly every sound, bringing an awesome silence, and the cold air yields fewer smells. With the ears and nose dormant, the eyes become intensely focused on the mesmerizing sight. It is difficult for a person to come away without being changed, for to see something of such great beauty is to better understand the amazing potential of our lives and our world.

As my train passes through the tunnel separating the snowy mountains of Arashiyama for the striking winter seas of Kyoto’s northern coast, I speed over snowy valleys and serene rivers as we venture deeper into the mountains. At once, the tunnel gives way to a vast expanse of snow covered fields and rolling mountains. Here, just 10 minutes from Kyoto, with its masterful combination of quiet, snow dusted temples and bustling streets, lies the serene beauty and tranquility of a winter’s day. There’s no better way, and no better place, to enjoy all the best of winter.

After spending the initial portion of my time in Japan in Tokyo, Kyoto was incredibly refreshing. Seeing both the modern architecture of Kyoto Station and the traditional structures of temples and pagoda dotting the skyline simultaneously, I was struck with the feeling of being in the Japan that one thinks of before actually traveling here; the synthesis of traditional and modern that imbues the city with a unique atmosphere, the sense of being somewhere with long and authentic history that resonates with the present. Despite the fact that this was my first visit to Kyoto, I immediately felt a nostalgia for it that I have yet to encounter anywhere else in Japan.