at my pace
I see me. I am glorious blue, and polluted gray, shades among.
I am determined and loud, lost and exactly in place, silent and moving, constantly moving. I belong and I don’t. Who knew? It knew. This city knew.
I would prefer to take pictures on blue sky days, but in this city, it is not always possible. Sometimes, you make a plan for a walk or a bike ride and you end up with a 275 air quality index. Cover your mouth and hop on your pink bike. Beautiful view, albeit veiled in pollution, await. Enjoy.
When the glaring white fills too many skies of our Shenyang and China days, we learn to fully appreciate the blue. Stand at the window and stare. See skyline details you’ve never seen before. Take your pink bike or sneaks out for a spin.
Do not forget that THIS is Shenyang too.
It is not just the staring, the spitting, the crazy, the chaos, the failure to understand and be understood. It is different, and that is okay. It is China, and we have accepted the privilege to live here for a time.
Shenyang is also the river, parks and greenery, locals out for the day, “hello” said from a distance, those enjoying the sunshine and shade. It is the kids who laugh, the workers who work, the riders who ride, and, yes, sometimes, even the skies that shine.
This is Shenyang too.