Summer haze descends,
Choking joy, stealing sunshine,
Drowning all in sweat.
Ah, the Beijing summer - gorgeous for the first five or six weeks, and then it turns to shit. When you know it's going to happen, you really ought not to be disappointed. And yet, each year, there's some part of me that remains obstinately in denial, foolishly hoping that somehow this year will be different. Of course not, you silly boy. Oh dear. Well, maybe next year?
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