And just like that, we’re out after 61 days. The baoans have been letting people slip out — hours before midnight — saying “Don’t go too far”.
People are on the street, energized, happy, looking at everything for the first time. Stores are open or stocking up for tomorrow’s opening.
It feels monumental, the way New Year’s Eve felt to me when I was a kid. A citywide party. Senses that have been dulled for two months are suddenly sharp again. I want to run, jump. How things look, the wind on my arms and legs, the sound of things. It’s all here!
