murk... coffee and blue skies above, Yangmingshan cloaked in a haze of pollution, one of those days when you can feel the taint of the air settle upon the skin as you pass through it, mixing with sweat as the heat rises and radiates ... it's a day spent upon a short leash, not a day for the outside world, watching the ghostly shapes of the hills slowly appearing in the vague of the afternoon... and eventually there's an opportunity to run, taking a bike and cycling up the xindian  river,  towards the hills already fading back into the haze as the sun sets full and round and clouds begin appearing as the wind cools down towards a chill...