Spring has appeared to have missed Shanghai completely. Or perhaps it was so fleeting having come and gone in a blink of an eye.
Winter has been arduously long in Shanghai, and instead of rolling into a late spring, the breezy comforts and all its luscious blooms are all but forgotten.
I recalled a few weekends of strolling through gardens so colorful and perfumed, I felt my fellow park patrons, like me, were drifting on clouds. Everyone was smiling, not scowling, and basking in nature’s generosity.
Of late, the flowers still remain though they are not as fresh. Like my fellow city-folk, they are feeling wilted and harried under the growing humidity.
Beware. Summer is near. Beware.
