reykjavik, beijing, montreal

This morning on my way to work the sky was a bit gray before me but behind me and a bit to the side there were some patches of blue, but still, it was the dramatic shades of gray that I found so captivating. The winds brushed the grounds and I felt the cool air through my sandals. And I thought, it must feel like this in Iceland.

The night before I had a thought about going to Iceland. I looked up pictures of Reykjavik and there was a shade of dramatic gray skies in all the pictures.

I caught glimpses of the opening ceremonies in Beijing. I sensed tiny ripples of nationalistic sentiments in me. I would fly around the stadium to light the torch.

In the late afternoon, the skies were clear. I went out for noodles and bubble tea. And I thought, what a nice day to be Chinese. This massive country is just a child. We ought to be kind to her.

One day I will visit and live in China. Before that, I might still go to Iceland and many other places. Tomorrow I’m departing for Montreal. But in my heart is a spot for China.