(Kunming City, Yunnan Province, China)
It’s 17 degrees centigrade outside and am wrapping my cold hands around a cup of hot puer tea. Drizzling rain since I arrived yesterday afternoon. I have brought the wrong clothes with me. It was sweltering hot during my previous visit, just a month ago, so I thought the weather would not be any much different. Now I suffer underneath my thin cotton Thai pants, tank tops and open sandals — bless the denim jacket that gives me some amount of warmth!
Our new China office is on the 18th floor, is roomier and allows more light to come in through the windows. It is cloudy outside, even the buildings of the city look gray. Feels peaceful looking out with nothing moving but the sparse traffic along the city street. I could be in any other city, except for nearby building signs with Chinese characters on them.
Lunch time should be over soon but we still await other staff returning from a project site visit to a prefecture bordering with Vietnam. So here I am killing time by writing this entry.
My writing hand is rusty and my brain is filled with obstructions, like doors slamming shut when it senses the poking breath of an equally elusive muse. I have to go back to the discipline of writing. Need to remind myself of the no-rules rule of Wild Mind writing. And get comfortable again with expressing my truth… that is — all the sense and non-sense that flows through my sometimes restive, sometimes peaceful brain.
