Capital Fair

The sun rises, and the Golden Season sneaks into Beijing.

It is hard not to love Old Dadu on a glorious early-Autumn day like this, and once again I am reminded why I made this place my home for so much of my life. 

Everything I loved about living here comes rushing back in an instant, and for a moment it becomes the Beijing of my memories. 

The sound of a horn melts the moment, and My Beijing becomes plain old Beijing again. 

Yet the blue sky, brown hills, and vermillion walls remain, ever teasing.