Apparently, the tradition is for the
graduating seniors to make their way over, after partying all night, to watch the
flag raising on Tiananmen Square at 4:50AM.
I’m up at 3:00AM, early, working and around 3:30AM I thought I saw
something happen in my backyard. What
was that? Did someone flash a light? Then I heard the rumble. My first thought was to get my bicycle, which
is otherwise leaned up against the hedge outside, in to the garage and out of
the rain that must now be only moments away.
Then I thought of
my daughter. It might be good to know
that rain is approaching before heading to an outdoor ceremony. I send her a wechat text at 3:35AM: “Thunder
and lightning in Shunyi. Don’t catch a
cold at the flag raising.” She writes
back at “Everyone is too tired and bummed out by the rain. I’m currently calling a car to go homr. home.”
In the time in between there was some thunder, but the deluge I expected
never arrived. I look outside and the
air is thick, but there is no rain. I
find myself wishing they hadn’t given up.
Rain can be
intense in Beijing when it finally does come.
We go for long stretches with no precipitation and then it hits and the
heavens open up, drains and sewers aren’t prepared for the volume and streets
and basements flood. Airports too, stop
functioning normally. I have a flight
this evening, fifteen hours from now. I
check the weather on-line. Rainy in the
morning, clearing in the afternoon. We’ll
see.
I hear the car
door close outside and my daughter at the door.
I get up to let her in and we chat for a while about her evening. “How was the club?” “Pretty boring. A few songs I liked.” When I was eighteen and went out to see live
music it was rarely “boring.” I can only
agree that clubs are boring and predictable and uninspired. Perhaps it’s just the city we live in. It’s probably for the best that they haven’t found
something of gripping import downtown at 2:00AM. Next year she’ll be in L.A. Perhaps that’s gotten “boring” now too,
though I doubt it.
Sunday, 5/26/19
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