Lumps of cotton floated and suspended in the gentle breeze,glided across the steaming streets.A tender puff could unhook these ivory fluffs ,off from the slender branches of cotten trees. I await this appealing scene for three whole seasons,it's an extraordinary natural beauty in the dull boiling summer time.Like haze, they trimmed up the monotonous urban view; unlike haze,they could be caught and released by bare hands.They fogged up the city and landed on pedestrians' head,they piled up and formed a snowy mound.They loomed in a breeze and melted after a shower,they are the Summer Haze.
