Foggy Beijing

I thought of Beijing when I was with Bob on the highway. Because of the fog at night, because of the flyover ahead of us, or because of the freezing air. I always have the illusion that I were in Beijing, no matter on the highway or in anonymous small roads around residential areas. I can't say I love Beijing, but I do have a very strong impression on it. Seems that I had been living there alone for quite a period of time.

I remember the cup of coffee illuminated by neon sign of Starbucks, the frozen lake in Yihe-yuan, as well as the moment I waited for a taxi outside Beihai Park. Man is a sentient being. What we use to process our feeling into memory, is our senses. Why I have such a deep impression? Maybe I was carrying something indispensible in my mind at that time.

A place full of Chinese. I'm a Chinese also. The feeling should be familiar, but it is out of reach.


Yihe-yuan