an unexpected jump in temperature, hitting thirty around midday which promptly removed the hills from the equation... a cycle through the city towards the keelung river down by songshan, wondering what was happening beneath the bridges today... a cacophony of saxaphones seemed to be the answer, half a dozen of them spread across two groups and a solo player each of whom seemed to be playing from set scores, caught up in their own worlds when a jam seemed to be the obvious way forward...