By Desiree Baolian Qin Stopping 8:30am, March 23, 2020 This morning I woke up to a thin layer of snow covering all the still gray bare branches, the lawn that’s slowly turning greener every day. The whole world has turned black and white, like a Chinese landscape painting. The whole world has stopped — no planes overhead, no cars zooming by, no trains rushing through sounding their horns carrying millions to work, to trips, to…
