waking into a world caught within a blanket of mists, flora familiar enough to stir memories of other times and places, realms where slopes rise towards unseen peaks high above, summits piercing clouds beneath blue skies....outside the wind has calmed, the rains resumed to sporadic downpours set within drizzles, in the noodle shop there's word that there's likely going to be a ferry to taiwan on tuesday... but for now it's a beautiful day for a wander accompanied by yeats and don camillo, building an imaginary island landscape from those glimpses and sounds carried through that opacity which embalms each word and footstep...