tifanjo

08:59 am: it's one of those days
where the higher the sun rises in the sky, the lower the temperatures drop. it happens inbetween seasons sometimes, when the promise of spring is retracted and nighttime rain turns into daytime snow.

i woke up happy about the sound of rain, hoping it heralded the end of the unseasonably high temperatures. i know winter is long, dark, cold, and depressing, but the two major seasons in urumqi seem so interminable that i get unreasonably excited about the change; the transitions are my favorite time of year.

i'm easily amused. all it takes is a day that starts out appropriate for sandals and ends up needing snowboots; a northern wind that blows away t-shirt weather and blows in a siberian snowstorm; an icy, snowy night that turns clear and hot by midday.