The Reservoir in the Bathhouse
A pool of water held between my arms in the shower carried me back to the public bathhouses of childhood—to a boy who built reservoirs, played at being a hero and conducted experiments beneath the spray.
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A pool of water held between my arms in the shower carried me back to the public bathhouses of childhood—to a boy who built reservoirs, played at being a hero and conducted experiments beneath the spray.
I was writing about the day’s phone photos when the sky outside flashed and every light in the house went out—the power had failed.
Grown across southeastern China and ripening in midsummer, yangmei are dark red, sweet, tart and full of juice—the black pearls of the fruit world.