9 degrees Celsius in downtown Beijing, a veritable heatwave after two months of wearying and body/mind-numbing cold. It is so wonderful, not having to put on three pairs of socks each morning.
I never get it when people tell me how they love to get all bundled up and go out in the cold. I never understand why people go skiing on their vacations. I mean, cold is painful. Cold causes people’s digits to freeze and fall off. Why would anyone, ever, even consider going somewhere that’s cold, let alone choose to live in such a place? (Do you have any idea how many times I have asked myself this question since October 15, when warm comfortable weather became a memory here in Beijing?)
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