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There’s something truly unique about a Beijing morning. Every day, I walk out of my building and face the sun through the haze, noticing all of the people below it, hurrying in their own separate directions. It’s the sight of a city coming to life, of a population that will stop at nothing to achieve success. I walk through the crowds and see businesspeople and construction workers and teachers and police officers all standing next to each other while waiting for the bus. I see grandmothers dancing in the park and young parents delivering their children to preschool. Soon, I pass a brand new apartment complex that’s next to a run-down tenement, its tenants sticking their heads out of the windows for some cool air. Then comes the food cart, where I buy breakfast next to three teen hipsters and a baker, each commuting to their respective destination. Everyone is going somewhere, whether it’s work, school, or otherwise. It’s a well-oiled machine, a society that just keeps moving, and I’m witness to its startup.
What a great piece, Sam! Thank you for bringing the readers along on your morning walk to school.