A Winter Walk

Twenty five minutes from Shenyang city is a place the taxi drivers know as Hunhe zang.  Our school building is there.  On sunny afternoons, when elementary noises have settled, I look out the window at snowy fields and small, brick houses.  A few weeks ago, I took a walk down the lane.  So close to a city of 7.5 million people, there are many little villages living their own way.  And they live in this lovely winter afternoon light.