... I remember watermelons piled up on the back of bicycle carts and sold by the 斤, the way they grew progressively larger as we delved full-on into watermelon season ... I remember Linda saying that as much as she loved watching the progression of the season, she missed her tiny watermelons fit for one person, properly proportioned to her lifestyle ...
... Not that this stopped me, not that this stopped Laurie either. I also have memories of Laurie, or memories of Laurie's that I have transposed onto my own, of Laurie's summer in Chengde and sitting in her apartment after work, in her underwear with the lights off and eating half a gigantic watermelon straight from the shell with a spoon; something I definitely did more than one evening in Beijing ...
So many memories ... and its only the beginning of the watermelon season. So many night memories. My horizons have expanded so much since college. My horizons expanded so much during college [as my interactions with my youth keep reminding me, college really was a time to burst out from the narrow confines that defined life up until I left for Berkeley, not through any fault or attribute of my parent's, but I think this is the nature of growing up], and I am eternally grateful to those who take me in, who bring me along, who are patient with me as I slowly grow, who let me walk a couple along next to them in this winding road called life, if only for a few footsteps along the way.Photo captions:
Linda and her "Dissertation"
Victoria Park in Hong Kong
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