I suppose you're right, and what matters is that everyone's safely inside now. [Regardless of everything going on, the knowledge that no one was left alone is heartening in itself.

He can see the snow from where he's sitting, the whiteness enveloping the city a stark contrast to the dull brown and grey that dominated the landscape. The sight brings a small smile to Minato's lips and he doesn't know why, never having seen much snow even though he'd moved to so many places in ten years.]

Does it snow where you were from, March-san? I don't think I've ever seen this much snow before...it's beautiful in a way.