I stood on the wind-swept hill, my stomach fluttering, as vines clung tight to boulders, ripe berries dangled from branches, and a swing’s rope swung soft in the breeze, making my heart sway with the gentle drift of the day.
This morning I had a bowl of congee with shredded pork, a crispy deep-fried dough stick, and a classic suanla soup—my favorite Chinese breakfast combo.