the return of the sun coinciding with a long weekend for the harvest festival, the city once again scented by barbecuing pork, the alleys and streets under clouds of smoke rising from coals, gatherings and offeriings..

another mountain, the fleeting glimpse of a blue magpie, a man with a sword, a stage prop, dancing and tumbling across the roof, a certain grace to his movements while beyond him layers of hills tumbled down, concrete blocks rising to meet them at the horizon where, on a clearer day, the ocean may have shone...