I woke up at 10:00 to a bright sky. I forgot the curtains last night.
After eight hours’ sleep, I still felt exhausted by
the five-day holiday to my father's hometown.
At 10:30 on this twenty-eighth day of December I decided to look
for winter that seemed to have lost its way to this disturbed city. Or, the
city was at a loss.
While stuffing myself with a lousy breakfast at the McDonald’s,
photos of autumn leaves popped up from the junk messages on my phone. Red maple and
yellow ginkgo leaves they were, beautiful of course. Yeah, friends had been
talking about the huge crowds of people gathering around the strips of maple
trees with their red leaves last year. The scene was on the television too; not
this year though. Well, I could do that, to look for the red leaves and the long waited winter.
