flotsam

the dull morning cloud covering 101, dulling the buildings besided it into grey geometries and swallowing yangmingshan completely...not a day for the hills then... taking a chance in the early afternoon and deciding on a bike ride through the city, wondering what if any music being played under the bridge...arriving in the rain, half an hour spent listening to the same sax player as last time, same stupid grin on my face as i did... further north, wind assisted, deciding to loop around until, at the path was closed off leaving the choice of turn back or cross the shezi  bridge, up the right side of the tamsui river, the sun blasting ochre tones upon heavy clouds while the risen bulk of the guandu temple rose above, as darkness began to spill upon the path, bike light flickering red and white in distances curving upstream... and then, as you do, stopping a couple of stations from the end of the metro line to dump the bike and buy some hazelnut buns....