Looking for the Wind - Dawn 02

The night wind, bleary-eyed, drifts from the stage, and the morning breeze steps in, draped in the richest, most radiant colors of the earth.

Li Kejin

August 31, 2025•3 min read

The night wind, bleary-eyed, drifts from the stage,

and the morning breeze steps in,

draped in the richest, most radiant colors of the earth.

It rushes toward the sleeping world,

toward all that has slumbered through the hush of night.

It carries the scent of blossoms—

a fragrance gentle enough to wash away

every trace of last night’s wild abandon.

But it never overwhelms.

It is soft, effortless, light as breath—

and when it wakes the world,

it does so with perfect grace,

with exquisite courtesy.

WRITTEN BY

Li Kejin

I am an apple long suspended on a tree, too heavy, too astringent, too large, too unsightly—no one wishes to catch me, no one cares to pick me. And I, neither willing to fall and resign myself to the earth, nor to be reabsorbed by the tree, choose instead to hang awkwardly in midair. I pretend to still enjoy the breeze, the sunlight, the raindrops—to relish this amber moment untouched even by birds. Hopelessly, I wait for the serpent meant to guide her, to one day bring Eve to my side.Read more