rain

Rain. Below the window figures moving along the street sheltered beneath umbrellas, a carrier with their trolley full of recycling heading towards the depot to sell it for the daily pittance walks slowly as cars and scooters pass him, reflections upon the road. The hills are gone today, Taipei 101 and the other skyscrapers which define a kind of city centre are rising spectral and grey, caught up in blued monochrome of the air.


Thoughts turn to coffee, or more precisely to running out of it. It's one thing that I tend to overlook about Taiwan, it's an overpopulated island, most of the food that's consumed here needs to be imported and while things seem to be calm there's a limit upon what's going to be available and for how long...