Ideal Days for Ultramarine

The first snowfall of the year; Ami feels nostalgic and she shows a small smile. The ground is still warm enough to melt the snow upon contact.

She had begun to associate the first snowfall with first love.

The sight of young couples, holding hands, walking through Omotesando Hills would bring a smile to Ami's face and heart, even if there was nobody she currently called a boyfriend.

But she would always remember that boy and the way he talked to her on that first snowfall.

A snowflake landed on her mitten; and it all came rushing back to her.