A day among lakes and hills

Lake wind, old stone, and soft clay: a day that asked for no hurry.

A woman standing on a balcony within a tall brick arcade in Wuxi

A little height

Autumn, looking up

The day began beneath a bright, generous sky. Sometimes a city gives you an old facade, a patch of sun, and the feeling that there is nowhere else to be for a while.

A quiet canal between traditional buildings in Wuxi at dusk

Water remembers

Lakes, lanes, legends

At Liyuan Garden, willow branches leaned toward Lihu Lake while the wind gathered light into small waves. Later, Huishan Ancient Town unfolded in grey brick, dark tiles, and quiet ancestral halls. Wuxi did not feel like a list of sights. It felt like a place still holding its stories close.

A small hand-made clay horse with a tiny rider

Made slowly

A tiny clay horse

In a clay-sculpture museum, I made this little horse. The clay was soft, warm, and faintly smelled of earth. It became ears, legs, a rider, and its own crooked personality—proof that an afternoon can be held in the hands.