A Story of Five Quarantines in Four Cities
After arriving in each location, I spent the first fourteen days alone in isolation. Spend enough time in one place and you absorb characteristics of that place. I became the walls, the bed, I became…
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How Does the Winter Season in my Village Look Like?
It’s that time of year when the ground and mountains turn white
The winter season will soon arrive. The new season is ready to be clothed. It's the season of spreading happiness.
Winter’s silence comes in slowly. The wind is bitterly chilly, sending shivers down your spines.
Snowflakes the size of pinpricks fall from the sky and drop as soft as a blanket. The snow glows as it falls and covers the land.
The trees are barren and cover in snow and the branches bend. The ground is white and the sky is dark. The long chilly evenings are crystal clear.
It appears as diamonds are raining from the sky. As you see and hear the sounds, the snowflakes dance.
The roads are covered in snow, and the ground is covered in a white carpet. Chirping birds sing quietly.
Snowbirds take to the air in lofty trees. It’s the dead of winter. The snow continues to fall lightly throughout the night.
You feel a shiver on your skin as the air bites into your skin. It elicits a wide range of emotions. Winter nights are dark and long.
The sun is low in the sky in the winter and its rays provide little warmth. To warm the freezing bones, The fire is lit.
The air freezes. The cold winds sear the face and the wild winds blow bitterly. The earth appears to be as hard as iron, and the trees appear to be dead.
The lush grass is covered with cold snow and there is a chill in the air. It shows no signs of coming to a halt. Fields are blanked with snow and snowfall makes no noise.
Every lake looks white and fishes are trapped beneath a frozen river ceiling. The weather is dreadful outside, but the fire is so comforting.
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