Winter Comes to the City

All of the sudden, it is cold. Bitter winds and apathetic raindrops have invaded Beijing. The sky is the color of old, cracked cement that barely lets any sun in. The old guard take their coats out of storage, the new ones (from the north) take a little comfort in this reminder of home, the new ones (from the south) complain about how this is China and nobody thinks of cold when they think of China. The weather pays little heed to their logic.