Ashley Zhou
What It’s Like with You
I remember biking on Xi’an’s city wall the hottest day I’ve lived through so far. Sun strong as anything, my shoulders glistening with the…promise of burn. I was wearing sunglasses but still squinted against the old brick that made the walls, the ground, the square pillars that dotted along to mark where amongst the infinite drudge of the wall I had been. I remember, because the heat was a solid mass my bike and I moved through. I felt preserved. It was noon. Not far away, glass skyscrapers blinked like satellites. At some point the sun moved and with it, the shadows.Ashley Zhou1 min read