Days improbably perfect,
Doubts of what's to come.
This is, without doubt, the most blissful last week of August I've ever experienced here in Beijing. But there's a nagging sense of something not right about it. Our summer has been truncated by 4 or 5 weeks this year; spring scarcely happened at all; there's now a mounting fear that something will 'go wrong' with our autumn - that it will grow chilly way too soon, perhaps with a raging bitch of a winter following on its heels.
For now, I'm enjoying the sunshine, getting a tan. But the displacement of our ordinarily very stable weather patterns this year is becoming a bit of a worry.
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