It's 9:44 am, and it has been raining for over 24 hours.
That's not stopping the New Year, though.
The fireworks stands have vanished, but apparently some people have a stash. As the Shanghairen return in droves to the city, pushing and shoving, the thunder of fireworks echoes in the canyons between high rises, booming up to Heaven and frightening away evil spirits.
This must be the safest place in the world right now--from evil, I mean. Although, if I was a Communist government, I'd be more than a little cautious about this. One of my first thoughts (as an American, of course), was "Wow, this is a LOT of gunpowder! If a group wanted to revolt, they'd have some serious firepower at their disposal."
Red bits of firecracker paper swirl in the wind and become soggy chunks in the gutters.
It snowed yesterday and today! No accumulation, though.
Yesterday I went to Lujiazui where all the new, crazy-looking "Jetsons"-type buildings are. I saw all sorts of cute little kids bundled up and laughing delightedly at this new white stuff floating down into their mittens and onto their faces. I didn't hold back my grins. So cute!