I am in BeiJing, China.
It’s been less than a week, and already the city has melted into me indescribably. I find myself in countless moments, lost within the beats between words, the crevice on the wall, scattered across the city.
Here is one.
Handwashing clothes on a balcony bathed in mid-day sun. Out below, tattered rooftops meander & ancient alleyways sway. Three old men play chess.
Feeling incredibly grateful. Home.