Year: 2010

snowy morning

It doesn’t snow often in Chengdu – the last time was in early 2008 during Spring Festival – but there was a light fall of tiny, swirling flakes as I left class yesterday afternoon, after the temperature had dipped to zero centigrade.  This morning the palms were frosted with white, as if the campus had magically turned into a fairy land overnight.  The cold here is damp and dreary, and it chills to the bone.