As Kevin points out in his post here, the weather's looking up in Beijing: 53 degrees Fahrenheit today, 64 degrees Sunday, 60 degrees Monday, 75 on Tuesday (take these with a grain of salt: American forecasts of Beijing are always wrong, though the spirit is generally in the right place).
All I have to say is: goddamn fucking 'bout time! Pardon the language, but today, like yesterday, was uncharacteristically cold, windy, and generally miserable. You know what they say about Old Man Winter though: he's a bitch cause he's lonely. And we're about to store him away for nine more months -- more, God willing -- so maybe this is his last hurrah, a final huff, the tempestuous bang before he slings his bag of coldness and infertility and sadness across his shoulder and slides into hibernation with nary a whimper.
Awake, spring! Awake, furry animals in the land of Nod! Awake, all you who have need to blink and say hello to the new-risen realm of possibility, of hope, light, and life! Arise, meadowlark at dawn, arise all you kin in my journey through this God-given gift! Qilai, qilai, qilai! OH THE TRUMPETS!
Kaila! Jordan! Kevsther!
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