Here in Yunnan, spring means brown hills and dry grass and dust blowing in your face. Summer means rain making everything impossibly green and soaking in everywhere. Which do I prefer? If I were from a deserty area, I would like spring, I'm sure. But being from Seattle makes summer the ideal time.
It's a sad thought to have, I know, but I realize that with spring here, winter is over. Winter's song will next come to me in Seattle, in a blue house that I hope our renters are keeping up well enough (kidding. We drove by this summer and they seemed to be doing a fine job). One more season change--that to summer--and we'll go home.
Home. We're going home. And yet we're home now. Where do I live? What do I want? When will I find out?
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