My old apartment's door in January. Winter is insane here.
The Ice Festival.
It's also Lantern Festival, which marks the end of the New Year's festivities. As I type, fireworks are still going off. It reminds me of the 4th of July in Chicago, where your amusement fades, but a lot longer, and with a hell of a lot more firecrackers. The Ice Festival was neat, but man, it bears repeating, this city is damn-hell-ass-cold. We even went on, what I'm told, was a historically mild day for it. Even so I still found myself bewildered by my frozen feet. Surely could have dressed better. Summer should be really nice here, and I'm looking forward to it.