Exposes forgotten sky,
The long hidden hills.
I like the proper winter in Beijing - when the winds come down off the Siberian plains, banishing the clouds, desiccating the earth and the air, bringing us a species of cold that's somehow invigorating rather than enervating. We've had way too much of the autumnal mist this year, the depressing sunless days and the damp chill that seeps into your bones. Yesterday the wind blew in from Siberia. I hope it's going to stick around.
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