From last Friday evening to Sunday, it had been raining for almost two and half days. The temperature went down, as if it was back to autumn again. This morning, I saw some people have thick coats and heard some talked about the weather is changeable. I just wear the white shirt and find not that cold and am satiable to be with this kind of cool-warm-switch weather.
While the greenery outside implies the present moment and cherries have already turned to be mature. Last few weeks ago, it was the ocean of sakura and other flowers, now the twiggy branches grow with red fruits. Some birds are fluttering to forge among fruits. After the rain, leaves with unique light green are more glamourous in the contrast with dusty roads few days ago.
The lower temperature does not barricade mosquitoes’ desperate blood sucking. Even at the time when I was waiting for the metro behind the line, I felt crawly around my neck. That kind of feeling lasted for several minutes till the train arrived. When I got in the compartment I discovered my left palm attached a mosquito which had already become a dead specimen. Then I remembered it was the slap out of instinct by the judgment from the itched neck spot.
To be honest, they are never gone, even in winter, they lurk behind some unknown corners. They are strong survivors as in cockroaches can be traced in drainage system, even a desert. We hate them because of their unwelcome intervention and annoying interruption, but have no effective methods to get away from them. Usually they can fly and sink into higher storeys of those apartments so long as there is a chance which might be a leak of an unlocked window or an exhaust hole of an air condition’s.