Another time, during one November, I crossed from Dongchong to Xichong in Shenzhen, Guangdong province, climbing rocky stretches where chains were fixed into the rock to pull myself up.
"The sea cures all ailments of man," Plato once said.
I couldn't agree more.
A piercing gust tore my down jacket hood from my head — and with it, the lingering memory of that other winter.
With stiff fingers, I pulled my right hand from the warm pocket, hurriedly fixed the hood back in place, tightened the cord, and quickened my pace along the valley path that still reflected the faint blue glow of the frozen waterfalls.
"The only escape from longing is to be where you already are," I reminded myself.
