waking up to clear blue skies, the morning air still chilly, Yangmingshan calling out loudly but not quite loudly enough to drown out the weight of tasks lurking beyond the coffee cup... early afternoon escape, the air warmed up, cycling through what feels like spring sunlight towards xianshan for the first wander of the year... a perfect day for a walk, light dappled paths, realising that after how many days of rain that the side paths would be muddy and puddled, wondering how the knee would react, wandering through memories, something familiar about the light and temperature, the scents of incense from the small shrines along the path...