Harlan Fisher - Feels Like Forever Ago

Someone in the west market said it was the Year of the Dragon now.
A few had chuckled at that.
Knowing the date.
Knowing anything but day from night and night from day.
0 dark 30.
The air smelled like wet metal.
You could taste it on the tip of your tongue.
It dripped onto umbrellas from a maze of pipes and aqueducts above.
Nariko was almost home.