Saturday
afternoon after meeting up with my local friends at a teahouse, I walked alone through
the cold, slow spring rain. Rainy days are about the only days you can walk
along a path and not run into crowds of people, so I walked as slowly as
possible, to take it all in without interruption. The pink buds on the trees
and the bright green hue of newborn leaves on the trees made the otherwise gray
day seem bright and hopeful.
I thought back to the old days of walking through the rain in the Middle Kingdom … when walking through mud to get to work or biking through potholes of undetermined depth made it more treacherous than inspiring. This is better.
I thought back to the old days of walking through the rain in the Middle Kingdom … when walking through mud to get to work or biking through potholes of undetermined depth made it more treacherous than inspiring. This is better.
Having grown up
in a desert (where, you know, seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not
cloudy all day), I usually have mixed feelings about rain and the depressing
clouds that accompany it. It's not going away though, so I'm trying to learn to like it.
Our second rainy season comes in mid-summer, during typhoon season.
Our second rainy season comes in mid-summer, during typhoon season.
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