a cooler day whispering of the onset of what might be called winter, the temperature dropping below twenty, demanding an extra layer of clothing while the passing typhoon spreads layers of wind and humidity across the city... no inclination for the hills but restless, another cycle, thoughts of heading down towards Xindian, ending up just doing a circle between a couple of bridges instead...this is where the bridge meets the road, a narrow passage claimed as lodgings, scant shelter from the changing seasons...