When the Weather’s Turning Cold

十月中旬，天气已明显变凉。虽然寒流还没有从遥远的西伯利亚启程南下，这个城市已经被笼罩在秋天的呼吸之中。

从电脑里翻出一篇1996年刚去美国时写的英文短篇小说，开头有一段对秋天的描写，抄录如下：

When the weather was turning cold, walking on the street in the early evening, you would begin to feel the warmness of the city light. When the darkness was getting thick and the shadow of the city began to look obscure, suddenly you would be able to distinguish those tiny sounds rising and falling around you, so you would begin to notice a train was leaving the city and some crickets were hiding in the street corners. I had been sitting alone at a window table in a Mexican restaurant for about half an hour. When I looked outside and could see nothing clearly but my reflection on the window glass, I decided to go home.