A Neverland of cherry blossoms and weeping willows in the Commons.
Lantern-lit Beacon Hill beckons, a meandering stream of red bricks
Stretches forward to a certain destiny ahead.
From a world of traditions preserved and old patterns remembered,
Nomads leisurely stroll in a moonless evening—
Studying an unmasked open sky
Polka-dotted by spring florets and young, tender leaves.
Cloudy.
Rain awaits a still morning.
Somber clarity in the grey light of day.
Emptiness.
Or a blank slate?
by
Janet Si-Ming Lee
Principal Designer, Siming Cybercreative
May 4, 2011
